This is a song about "Maintenance report"

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

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

Have to move that bitch so far she need a postcard

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

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...

The day before is better than the present

Look at my report card, it is apparent

Then call me up cuz im maintenance,

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

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

Dinner time she bring a friend, write my shit so vicious

Just trying to go somewhere and play with europe players

No nosey nelly gon report me to the papers