This is a song about "Tax returns"

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

You get paid less than my income tax,

Cocktails, fuckin' toss one in your apartment dog

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

Oops i meant audemar, my whole team got them

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

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

But when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them

Now war missiles hand guns and grenades

So i get higher than my tax rates

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

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

We den turnt it up now it's at the max

We so famous we don't pay stamp tax/

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

104, that mlk, know i gotta be landover out the way