This is a song about "Taxes scarcity allocation efficiency"

Some taxes to help pay for what's governments please

Put you in jimmy choo and you ain't even chinese

This should be illegal man

Pay me taxes, like uncle sam/

Same simulation of shit i spat about years ago remains in allocation

Lost in cigarette's no moral as well just letters wrote by frustration

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

The government collecting my taxes, i stand up in rage

Of an operation and try to get allocation to up my reputation.

I'm already running in. what exactly is keeping him? do you know what we were in?

Never know how it feels to pay taxes, just smoke grasses

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Stay in taxes we as good at you

The boa know they loving the crew

Rivals must wait in line, like its scarcity/

Via niggas rep spreading speeches through the city