This is a song about "Report"

No nosey nelly gon report me to the papers

I refuse to be another being on this earth

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

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

Look at my report card, it is apparent

What the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunk

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

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

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

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

I step up in the spot, they get to working hard

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