This is a song about "Tax"

You get paid less than my income tax,

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

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

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

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

And they're robbing our money for tax

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

Always stressed about something whether it be the tax rate

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

I scream and jump around on couches while you sit and talk

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

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

No more forcing prison on the tax payers, the rest pay,

Young nigga from the bottom and i never had a way