This is a song about "Tax"

You get paid less than my income tax,

We den turnt it up now it's at the max

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

Spit on em and say "fuck that wicked tax"

And they're robbing our money for tax

Tryin' to make iti only got one chance

And he's the only nigga in this particular grade

Always stressed about something whether it be the tax rate

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin

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

State this here, you're facing a tax

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

Always stressed about something whether it be the tax rate

They don't vote, then i change the tax laws, like "fuck it then",

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again