This is a song about "Report"

When you making a difference it's gone be haters

No nosey nelly gon report me to the papers

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

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

See, the love is gone with one another, it's hard

Look at my report card, it is apparent

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

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

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

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

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that