This is a song about "Tax appeal"

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

And they're robbing our money for tax

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

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

And i got some mass appeal but i neva gave a fuck

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

Appeal with the skin color of mine

Heart of a lion, tell em get in line

We so famous we don't pay stamp tax/

Switch swag on you little dick fags

Must be my sex appeal, the ladies ideal

With all these hogs in the game no room for you in here

Phone home shawty you know you a brother out of here

You just another dumb hoe with some sex appeal

So i get higher than my tax rates

I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates