This is a song about "Ar tests"

Weekend trippin to wherever, only heaven is far

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

I swear, i kinda feel like she's slightly bizarre

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

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

Incoming callplus this my homie from high school

Definition of cold: ice, 30 below

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

The teacher begins passing out the tests

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

By bootin motherfuckers like a shootin star

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

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

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