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

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

It's the estate dream, written in our genes

Minus the love, they feel like i was something to hate

My parents can't afford health, we make too much for medicaid,

Slang from dust to dawn, detectives act like they maniacs

They mastered legalized theft, they call it income tax

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

Always stressed about something whether it be the tax rate

And it's hard to pay, even with food stamps and medicaid,

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

Fuck the tax rates! they've challenged my patience!

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

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

Make too much for medicaid, that's millions of people,

I smoke sweets in the suite, like shit is legal