This is a song about "Aids tests"

And when you're black or latin know they administer aids,

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

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

Does a stripper love to shake that ass

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

Wale and k'naan, they don't know is there radio

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

Giving aids and hiv to baby mamas, stacking riches,

That's word to ksa i'm trying to make sunnier days

And when the game tests you a true writer plays

On how to spit a real rhyme,im aids nobody wants to fuck with me but i feel fine

Easy baby. you the bomb and all, but i be damned if i do not land mine

While working on my mistakes

Are your hands still shaking? are those aids?