This is a song about "Income tax"

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

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

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

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

She showed me affection like a drug dealer using her pocket for my protection

They don't care bout the economy as long as they benefit from the tax collection!

When most whites are low-income, and they're seen as rednecks,

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

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

And louder than a microphone that's slightly near a lion's den

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

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

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

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

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back