This is a song about "Taxes h r block tax pros"

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

Spit on em and say "fuck that wicked tax"

So i get higher than my tax rates

For the occasion, paper planes

Lovin how i got you niggas crazy

But i can't stop like r h c p

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

They mastered legalized theft, they call it income tax

Stay in taxes we as good at you

It's jungle when the niggas in zoo

But i guess pros outweighed the cons

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

All i got is my pros, i don’t need no friends

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

Pay me taxes, like uncle sam/

We in the big thingseat a dick man