This is a song about "Income tax"

You get paid less than my income tax,

We den turnt it up now it's at the max

So i get higher than my tax rates

I slumped, in my chair and my grades

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

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

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

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

Income comes cause in your mouth they cum when you suck dicks

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

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

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!

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

"what are these wealthy tax breaks that you all are asking of?"