This is a song about "Tax money"

Spit on em and say "fuck that wicked tax"

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

And they're robbing our money for tax

Cause i show fur, no bikini wax

Cause some of you bitches funny

I heard that time is money

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

He's a buster anyway, i can take him any day

Always stressed about something whether it be the tax rate

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state

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

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

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

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

Money bring pain,money bring gain

So we can live again