This is a song about "Income tax"

And ask to see his tax records, they'll make you bound to walk,

It's ill-advised giving hours to another broad

We so famous we don't pay stamp tax/

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

They don't vote, then i change the tax laws, like "fuck it then",

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

I'm low-income right now, i'm moving to a shotgun,

Found out she living off tax that's hood, then started my attack

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

So i get higher than my tax rates

Ya'll bullshittin', still goin on dates

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

My newest motto to use a condom with newest models

Hey lil momma, what's your name, i'm wale but they call me great

Always stressed about something whether it be the tax rate