This is a song about "Poll tax"

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

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

Double-m g up, we up, y'all just relax

And they're robbing our money for tax

It's ill-advised giving hours to another broad

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

So i get higher than my tax rates

Where weapons similar to dry grapes

Success is what i work for, and when them dudes hate

Always stressed about something whether it be the tax rate

You get paid less than my income tax,

Cause i show fur, no bikini wax

Found out she living off tax that's hood, then started my attack

I'm paramount, nigga, i am, and you can't be mad

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

Always stressed about something whether it be the tax rate