This is a song about "Book report"

My book case looks like a psych. room

I'm not moving like a cartoon

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

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

A book for inspiration started sayin' "why bother"

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

A book full of blank pages

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn

My book is sacred forsworn

After that moscato hit

The book that you wrote, i defaced it,

I want to write a book

Showed your lil' ass look

While little kids hide this tape from their parents like bad report cards

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms