This is a song about "Tax accounting"

State this here, you're facing a tax

Look around, fool, got a wall full of plaques

Bitch no days off and i ain't got no breaks

So i get higher than my tax rates

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

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

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

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

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

You can't act like no bitch that only got tyler perry famous

Always stressed about something whether it be the tax rate

Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade

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

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits