This is a song about "Credit report"

I don't care about your drive unless you talkin' ridin' dick

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

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

Like the credit crunch its just a cost illusion

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

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

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

Unlimited credit

Now you got me hopped up on that

I'm not a credit card when im finished you use vengeance , im not care-less or a guy whos senseless

Never no more will you see me, this is the endcause now i know you've been cheatin, i'm a sucka for love

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

His name is eminem, i would have to credit him

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