This is a song about "Report"

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

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

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

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

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

And i give it to y'all, cause y'all respect that

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

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

No nosey nelly gon report me to the papers

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

Look at my report card, it is apparent

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