This is a song about "Tax"

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

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

And they're robbing our money for tax

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

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

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

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

They mastered legalized theft, they call it income tax

She showed me affection like a drug dealer using her pocket for my protection

They don't care bout the economy as long as they benefit from the tax collection!

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

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

You get paid less than my income tax,

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

Spit on em and say "fuck that wicked tax"

He watched house party, and ate apple jacks