This is a song about "Tax accounting"

It's ill-advised giving hours to another broad

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

If i don't make that man there dance

You get paid less than my income tax,

Always stressed about something whether it be the tax rate

High as fuck, no vinny chase, i just need my henny straight

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

We so famous we don't pay stamp tax/

Well, you fucking up, and truthfully i had enough

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

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

And louder than a microphone that's slightly near a lion's den

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