This is a song about "Sales report"

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot

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

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Bring back record sales, i sail while i break records

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

Dick soft as fuck, but somehow i go hard

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

Just trying to go somewhere and play with europe players

No nosey nelly gon report me to the papers

Red berry everywhere, got puff getting jealous

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

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Money and power come to us through direct sales,

Cause no man's eyes should see what i've seen

With sales of fish scales from triple beams i gleam