This is a song about "Report"

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

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

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

Look at my report card, it is apparent

No nosey nelly gon report me to the papers

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

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

Have to move that bitch so far she need a postcard

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

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

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

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...