This is a song about "Tax evasion"

So mr. rebel manages a hell evasion

I like it cause she a ten, but she say i'm the one

They mastered legalized theft, they call it income tax

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

Look around, fool, got a wall full of plaques

And they're robbing our money for tax

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

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

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

Spit on em and say "fuck that wicked 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,

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

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

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

Just in case a nigga never see that thrill again