This is a song about "Tax money"

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

Always stressed about something whether it be the tax rate

Than the muse of a family

Im in it for the money

Then all i really want is for her to get on top

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

Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks

They mastered legalized theft, they call it income tax

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

Jawan harris:have you ever loved someone so bad

Not hungry for my poetry

I heard that time is money

How to get my rent money

Its a war with the enemy

Spit on em and say "fuck that wicked tax"

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks