This is a song about "Tax returns"

Rozay told me break a leg no wonder why i care again

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

"what are these wealthy tax breaks that you all are asking of?"

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

You get paid less than my income tax,

I need something to hold fuck that passive aggression

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

So it's nothing to finish

Only returns me to this,

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

The dark knight returns, yea, i'm the caped crusader/

Always stressed about something whether it be the tax rate

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

They mastered legalized theft, they call it income tax

Or just another one of my black jesus traps