This is a song about "Tax forms"

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

The home of marvin gaye, that's all i gotta say

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

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

So i get higher than my tax rates

I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates

And all she wants is to dance

You get paid less than my income tax,

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

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks

We so famous we don't pay stamp tax/

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

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

And they're robbing our money for tax

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats