This is a song about "Credit report"

Man this is so bullshit, i'm so mad i ma knock you in two hits

Death is the credit to terrorists / severing heads of degenerates

Though, i'll give these rappers some credit

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

Unlimited credit

You should be cautious, kid

Fed ain't dumb but they sittin' in the cold dark

Never even seen an 'f' slashed on my report card.

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

Lincoln just said that to save the nationthese are lies that we all accepted

I don't rap to get the women or respected, fuck the credit.

While guys were wastin time credit

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit