This is a song about "Tax evasion"

She showed me affection like a drug dealer using her pocket for my protection

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

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

You get paid less than my income tax,

Always keep a goalie on on me, i ain't for that maury talk

And ask to see his tax records, they'll make you bound to walk,

Success is what i work for, and when them dudes hate

Always stressed about something whether it be the tax rate

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

They mastered legalized theft, they call it income tax

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

I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to pieces

And they're robbing our money for tax

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

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

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols