This is a song about "Nigg www"

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

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

When you was leaving, did he put up a fight

Dawn rising, cleaning up the camp site,

State this here, you're facing a tax

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags

And they're robbing our money for tax

See her crying by the caskets when her parents got killedlittle girl don't cry, cuz even though they died

Send you to lucifer shoulda wore vest,im dope enough to kill amir take over the site

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Creates this so called obama-care, takin' all the tax payer's money

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

They mastered legalized theft, they call it income tax