This is a song about "Tax"

Spit on em and say "fuck that wicked tax"

Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait

Always stressed about something whether it be the tax rate

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

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

Always stressed about something whether it be the tax rate

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

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

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

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

Found out she living off tax that's hood, then started my attack

State this here, you're facing a tax

Double-m g up, we up, y'all just relax