This is a song about "Applications for testing"

Testing my fucking luck

But you know what

Take a minute or two before testing your fate

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

Testing, rappers every question,just to teach a lesson,

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

Nerds are testing, hit 'em when i switch to smith and wesson,

Ain't get my message, was no signal when i was texting

It's absurd they're testing, "freedom"? is it a curse or blessing?

Cause the testing isn't nice, its like the pressing of a knife,

My mona lisa painting on the wall came to life

And you can't even blink without niggas testing your life

Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive

Hoping that he's listening

Not for attention for killing