This is a song about "Ar tests"

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

With an ar-16 and shoot up the whole fucking lobby

Put on a act like i'm possessed, do the fucking tests and the rest.

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

Ayo baby, tell your friends... to get with my friends

The teacher begins passing out the tests

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

She don't even need a job, got one anyways

And when the game tests you a true writer plays

Say hello to miss thang, i forgot yo name, she yellow

The, the, the, is the acta-cle in my ar-se-nal i start that flow