This is a song about "Tax accounting"

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

We so famous we don't pay stamp tax/

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

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again

They mastered legalized theft, they call it income tax

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

As you sit and pray, hoping the beatings'll go away

No more forcing prison on the tax payers, the rest pay,

Cause i show fur, no bikini wax

State this here, you're facing a tax

High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait

Always stressed about something whether it be the tax rate

So i get higher than my tax rates

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

Always stressed about something whether it be the tax rate