This is a song about "Tax forms"

Always stressed about something whether it be the tax rate

I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

But when i do it actual pain and rain forms

We so famous we don't pay stamp tax/

To all the frauds stop faking, relax

You can thank my dad, for the one who forms rust

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

I repeat what forms the metabolism

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

Soon my life forms a disaster,

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

And i'm man-genie, flyer than the rest of them

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

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

Spit on em and say "fuck that wicked tax"