This is a song about "Credit report score"

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

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

Lookin' out, retarded kids screamin' out fuck slob, jesus

You never saw us. i'll bust your ass if you dare report us.

It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet

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

Im happy with the score

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

You want beef? we'll start a gulf stream war

So bring all your whores, let me tell them the score

Most delectable skin, bare marks of heat, excitement, its a score

Lot of tough talk personas, they ain’t really built for war

I ain't happy with the score therefore

I got sexy ladies all over the floor

Kick open the door and settle the score

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for