This is a song about "Ar tests"

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

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

Still knock them out the park like a fucking tow car

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

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

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

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

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

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

Fire starter put me anywhere i just blaze

I ain't looking in her eyes but her face

And when the game tests you a true writer plays