This is a song about "Tax evasion"

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

I rather give you my last to see you live again

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

We so famous we don't pay stamp tax/

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Our leaders all get wrapped up in wire-tapping tax scandals,

So pun... it's no new shit and it ain't no fun

So mr. rebel manages a hell evasion

So i guess that's where i hide my things

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

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

Be that day to remember trying to chance their perception

Dinner time she bring a friend, write my shit so vicious

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

You get paid less than my income tax,

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks