This is a song about "Tax returns"

Only returns me to this,

Watch me fuck all these bitches

Spit on em and say "fuck that wicked tax"

He watched house party, and ate apple jacks

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

Everything i do exotic i don't need to bring a broad

State this here, you're facing a tax

Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs

And they're robbing our money for tax

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

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

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

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

I'm tryna fuck the shit out your aspirations

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