This is a song about "Tax evasion"

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

And they're robbing our money for tax

Tryin' to make iti only got one chance

Spit on em and say "fuck that wicked tax"

If i don't make that man there dance

We so famous we don't pay stamp tax/

Well, you fucking up, and truthfully i had enough

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

This nigga, look at this fuckin' nigga lips, dog

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

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

They mastered legalized theft, they call it income tax

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

Always stressed about something whether it be the tax rate

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

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