This is a song about "But me to the test"

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Don't test me unless you got the balls

Geechi on her, came back: a million chains

Yeah i got the brains, but i'd rather test these strains

She's against the ropes but i know she's up to the test

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent

The rest is alright but cant stand the test of the times

In the hood im well-o over they head sometimes

See i'm never home alone, test me and i'll load the chrome,

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

Life has put me to the test

And if you ever try to put me to the test.

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

Yeah i got the brains, but i'd rather test these strains