This is a song about "Report"

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

No nosey nelly gon report me to the papers

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

Look at my report card, it is apparent

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

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

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

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

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

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

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