This is a song about "Nicole farting"

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

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

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

Try to be like me you cant flex like me. rhymes so tight, soundin so right.

Atom in my bath rum that cant handul bitches who cant fathom the fact

I still be splitting women like a bogus hocus-pocus act

The people scared of annihilation when kingdom come

Are my words really so foreign and impossible to fathom?

I attack mentality an watch people fear me, its clear see as they all flex a.s.a.p

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

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

So you can see why they mad, look at they status

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

State this here, you're facing a tax