This is a song about "Wills trusts estate tax medicaid guardianship"

They mastered legalized theft, they call it income tax

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

I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape

That's right i know you don't do real estate

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

State this here, you're facing a tax

Hey lil momma, what's your name, i'm wale but they call me great

Always stressed about something whether it be the tax rate

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

You get paid less than my income tax,

Acres separate my estate from neighbors

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

And get them subsidized by medicaid, so they live in a cage,

Two childhood friends just died, i couldn't crya damn shame, when will we ever change

Trying to say goodbye to the glamorous chains and cars

Family day, goodwill, section 8, medicaid, and thrift shops,