This is a song about "Tax terminology"

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

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again

We so famous we don't pay stamp tax/

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance

My bars are a+ my terminology is beyond ironic,i gotta

Nope notta, i quickly gotta, say, i love you mama, you too papa

You get paid less than my income tax,

To all the frauds stop faking, relax

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

So ain't no way you gon' wait for relations

And they're robbing our money for tax

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

They mastered legalized theft, they call it income tax

If i could do it all again, have just one more chance

Spit on em and say "fuck that wicked tax"

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks