This is a song about "Paying and collecting tax"

Paying bills, shopping, and obsessing over winning

Since she wasn't really cribbing to his living

It's the rise of the reaper, collecting lost souls,

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Never respecting only collecting

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring

Are they listening paying attention or not

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

Spit on em and say "fuck that wicked tax"

He watched house party, and ate apple jacks

68. soon i'll be old and collecting my pension,

My talent should take me places i've never been

She paying to fuck me, while you waste your stacks.

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

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

I scream and jump around on couches while you sit and talk