This is a song about "Report"

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

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

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

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

Eyes wide, ears open like you on a doctor's visit

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

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

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

No nosey nelly gon report me to the papers

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Look at my report card, it is apparent

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

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