This is a song about "A bad report card"

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

A postmark on the card, i can't pay the fee

Guess im ahead of my time

No rhyme is a bad rhyme

Yeah they seen my report card but they've yet to hear my rapping ah...

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

Mr. underdog and this is not a bark

And my bank account look just like a phone card

Never get a card n i'll still smoke a tree.

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

This for my people that stressing whenever times is hard

And chip shards off your skull to lay you face down like a flipped card

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

A postmark on the card, i can't pay the fee