This is a song about "A spelling test"

It's dangerous, the game is a test to our blank brains,

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

That happen to act like a black president

Scored a 100 and didnt even take the test.

Soon they will put you on a test.

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Or that piece of shit who cant pass a test

That's why i never claimed i was the best

During the day i had a test

Uptown, moco, prince george, represent

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

And spill my blood before for you for a complementation test

I'm always busy, like a retarted kid spelling mississippi,

Popping something thats forbidden and every single fifty

I'm like a test subject, use me now and then you reject/

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed