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

This the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

Of masc to the field and double to the r

State this here, you're facing a tax

We getting money, you can face the facts

Sb nike's, with the grey box

But i guess pros outweighed the cons

They mastered legalized theft, they call it income tax

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

We so famous we don't pay stamp tax/

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

Charcoal seats gray, drop tops like release dates

So i get higher than my tax rates

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

My ambition to win, just to get me some ends

Whole ride hazy tell her don't drive crazy

But i can't stop like r h c p