This is a song about "Tax money"

Chillin' with homies and family

How to get my rent money

State this here, you're facing a tax

Look around, fool, got a wall full of plaques

They mastered legalized theft, they call it income tax

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance

Spit on em and say "fuck that wicked tax"

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday

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

Perhaps it's just a fantasy

Hustle for dis country money

And me, cool & dre gettin' high like planes

So i get higher than my tax rates

I’m tryna be low key

Getting to the money