This is a song about "Damages report mrh 719"

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

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

Look at my report card, it is apparent

Like a passenger on 9/11, please go find a reverend

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

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

This bud burns fast but the damages come slow

Friend or foe, niggas still can't tie the lace though

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...

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Gonna need bandages suin' me for the damages

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

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

See, the love is gone with one another, it's hard