This is a song about "Tax"

I need something to hold fuck that passive aggression

But if you're a millionaire, fuck tax rates, a higher section,

They mastered legalized theft, they call it income tax

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

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

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

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

Hoping that hip-hop can surface and go-go again

While i'm in the back talkin' to my other broad

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

You get paid less than my income tax,

But i’m praying in advance

So i guess that's where i hide my things

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

Always stressed about something whether it be the tax rate

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate