This is a song about "1 sample mean tests"

Hip hop don't need wizards its the 1-0-1% truth

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

The teacher begins passing out the tests

Cum again, invite 'em if you have any fun friends

Never give my heart to hoes that want my play shit

1 & 1 doesn't equal crack rock in ya back pocket,

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

Annihilatin' those, i'm rakin' but makin' dough

And hot dayscocking my heat shooting it sideways

And when the game tests you a true writer plays

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit

1 shot, 1 shot, 1 shot - you have to take it

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

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