This is a song about "Ap tests"

And we'll pass your fucking tests and then write our own

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

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

Odd future here to steer you to what the fuck's cool

You're a bitch, man- a$ap rocky, unappealing mistress

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

They say that i never cease to amaze

And when the game tests you a true writer plays

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

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

Rock an ap and a rolly, at the same damn time

Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line