This is a song about "Ar tests"

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

And i got a little big, keep it low key

And when the game tests you a true writer plays

Lookin' at me, now they know my face

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

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

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

Odd future here to steer you to what the fuck's cool

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

Mobb deep shook it but prodigy took it a lil' too far

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

Great sex, she ain't slept, she can't rest tomorrows that big test

And where we've come and how we still have to go really far

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