This is a song about "Tax appeal"

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

We so famous we don't pay stamp tax/

Always stressed about something whether it be the tax rate

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

Look around, fool, got a wall full of plaques

Spit on em and say "fuck that wicked tax"

Must be my sex appeal, the ladies ideal

Phone home shawty you know you a brother out of here

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

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

Appeal with the skin color of mine

It’s obvious that girl you’re fine

Respect still there but ya boy's right here

Spread the word, i got the mass appeal

This is my point of view, the system i appeal too,

Don't 'nar confuse, i ain't a friend of you