This is a song about "Accounting exam"

Notes are done, time for the exam

You gotta let these shits go, man

Bitch i'm in the fucking mall, with my niggas eating ham

That stuff you made us study is forgotten after the exam

It's all too black for me to blame it on the man

You test me and i'm goin' harder than a math exam,

And poke ya eyeball with a scalpel at the eye exam

Fuck it, its hip hop and niggas don't give a damn

Not a fake person, that's the sims man

Harvard we take the exam/

I got an exam on may maybe carrots can help me get an a ole carrots carrots all the way

Ran through an alleystill lookin' for my getawaycoppers said freeze, or you'll be dead today

That's why you cautious when i approached youbeen talking since you arrived, but not a word is spoken

Just earlier i took the essay part of exam, in it is the given prompt, it was a well written poem