This is a song about "Taxes on income"

Feel your chest on top on

My sim card's the bomb

Huh, i can't interpret her

Your on fire.. your on fire

Income comes cause in your mouth they cum when you suck dicks

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Come here i’m about to take you higher

Your on fire.. your on fire

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

What if i don't pay taxes and buy a gun illegaly in a different section

Slackers taking government taxes

Hypnotized the masses behind versace glasses

Feel your chest on top on

New message from mom

We're filled with low-income toothless moms, nascar dads,

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks