This is a song about "Invoice"

Called it, i made a sales jump like capital steez so you can skedaddle

For dumb asses who don't have brains, my rhymes are educational,

Fuck the tax rates! they've challenged my patience!

Well fuck you bitch try and say that when i'm rich and famous

You're gross like week-old chilled curry, i'm an ill turky.

So shes still young and knows how to play dirty