This is a song about "Tax money"

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

It's ill-advised giving hours to another broad

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

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

You get paid less than my income tax,

He watched house party, and ate apple jacks

Our leaders all get wrapped up in wire-tapping tax scandals,

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

But if you're a millionaire, fuck tax rates, a higher section,

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

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

With my name on em: that’s a damn shame

Money bring pain,money bring gain