This is a song about "Aids tests"

You gotta pass your tests or you're gonna be a fool

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

Never mind the rumors baby this is me and you

I take cover from the view cause i don't want to catch aids too!

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

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

I'm wearing up with questions n tests all done growing sick n retard

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

And when the game tests you a true writer plays

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

And when the game tests you a true writer plays

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

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

I’m starring in this bitch and yeah i write the show