This is a song about "Tax evasion"

You get paid less than my income tax,

If i don't make that man there dance

I'm clearly in a different tax bracket now, dog

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

Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats

Spit on em and say "fuck that wicked tax"

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Creates this so called obama-care, takin' all the tax payer's money

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

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin

No more forcing prison on the tax payers, the rest pay,

So you should move away, or join the dude 'n play

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

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Always stressed about something whether it be the tax rate

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate