This is a song about "A test"

But even the best are retiring not even a test

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

You can't write the best, so it's time for a test,

Thinking i should test it, then thinking i’m a fool

My whip is new but i'm playin' old school

Soon they will put you on a test.

Hold up yea we the best

I'm a rap professor ready to test ya

Is written in our souls, africa

And spill my blood before for you for a complementation test

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

Helps me out and drowns me every time i try to take a test,

Hopped on the pulpit and told them how i was truly blessed

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

Its gonna be a a test