This is a song about "Maintenance report"

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

No nosey nelly gon report me to the papers

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

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

Sippin then call a cab nobody know their limit

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

Yeah they seen my report card but they've yet to hear my rapping ah...

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

Gotta get back to the d, you know we finally famous

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

Look at my report card, it is apparent

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Then call me up cuz im maintenance,

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

I'll moon walk it if i'm truly in your heart