This is a song about "1 sample mean tests"

I may be level 1, but that doesn't mean i'm a rookie, you dissed nobody, congrats, want a cookie?

My savage niggas ran in yo shit empty'd that clip, pull that trigga to yo hoe head when she

My tech blows straight off the roof and tests yo' respect though

Chica-go-getter from odd future, used to ride solo

Rolling while im blowing this stash

I don't think you'll get your unit tests to pass

Better than college, after that, students home

And we'll pass your fucking tests and then write our own

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

I'm wearing up with questions n tests all done growing sick n retard

I'm authentic so real you faint even replace i collect data just call it sample space

I'mma keep it real kid i’m just hatinain’t a opportunity i ain’t take close chase

No matter how hard they try to sample me,

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

And when the game tests you a true writer plays

I ain't looking in her eyes but her face