This is a song about "Ar tests"

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

And when the game tests you a true writer plays

If you ever see me? i'mma be clappin'; the ar!

A nigga thorough, she knew it before i bought her car

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

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

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

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

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

I ain't really famous but the ladies need my picture though

Average ain't up to par, you can't spar, lyrics are an ar

Flow retarded, i need to wipe the slob off of every bar

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

I ain’t e’en tryin’, fool, ho, i ball like private school