This is a song about "Report"

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

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

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

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

But shit, let me explain- it's because times been hard

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

Forever dedicated, maybach poetic genius

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

Look at my report card, it is apparent

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

No nosey nelly gon report me to the papers

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...