This is a song about "Tax money"

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

Hoping that hip-hop can surface and go-go again

Always stressed about something whether it be the tax rate

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

Say i’m destined for fame, well i am very afraid

Always stressed about something whether it be the tax rate

With this heavenly flow bought a hell of whip

Music is money, money isn't music

Look this the joint that could get me the spins

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

Double-m g up, we up, y'all just relax

Spit on em and say "fuck that wicked tax"

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

Money come and money go still money problems addin up