This is a song about "Tax returns"

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

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

State this here, you're facing a tax

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols

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

If that, the rest of you niggas get lapped, i sit back

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

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

They mastered legalized theft, they call it income tax

Switch swag on you little dick fags

We so famous we don't pay stamp tax/

If we don't fix this then you'll see the same things

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

So i get higher than my tax rates

I slumped, in my chair and my grades