This is a song about "Ar tests"

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

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

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

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

Wreck these thangs, have em looking like halle berry's car

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

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

Move like i’m walking with an open case

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

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

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