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

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

It's the estate dream, written in our genes

Our leaders all get wrapped up in wire-tapping tax scandals,

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols

Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shake

He buy the benz where acres and crazy real estate

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

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

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

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars

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

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Vanilla ice flipping real estate/

Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight

He took her to his big estate, the bitch flipped the safe

That's word to ksa i'm trying to make sunnier days