This is a song about "Income tax"

And they're robbing our money for tax

I drop the cash, pop bands then pop tags

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

Spit on em and say "fuck that wicked tax"

Our leaders all get wrapped up in wire-tapping tax scandals,

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

It’s something that’s in your veins

So i get higher than my tax rates

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs

We're filled with low-income toothless moms, nascar dads,

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

Always stressed about something whether it be the tax rate

We parents are low-income, and i'm white, so no scholarships,

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

He just get her bigger bags

State this here, you're facing a tax