This is a song about "Tax appeal"

Must be my sex appeal, the ladies ideal

Won't heat or burn me, i'm the coolest nigga here

I'm like sorry ma, this not the time

Appeal with the skin color of mine

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

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

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

Always stressed about something whether it be the tax rate

And he's the only nigga in this particular grade

School ain't even start yet, there ain't not freaks here

Who got mass appeal,and have homos like you for meal

Appeal with the skin color of mine

Guess im ahead of my time

Everybody, just clap your hands if your a real

You just another dumb hoe with some sex appeal