This is a song about "Credit report"

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

But i treat hoes like credit collecters when they call i don't answer em

You can try to walk inside my brain but i close the door

My metaphors, will surprise u like free credit score

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

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

Ya can't stand it when someone talks shit about ya marijuana hits.

Death is the credit to terrorists / severing heads of degenerates

So give credit to my lack of ethics as you're dropping your jaws.

She so hysterical, she say my life ain't regular cause

But forget the star’s report card dog, so what its shit,

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

A good person just to get credit when you want something

No credit card... yet i still got late fees

Ima let her be by herself in peace