This is a song about "End of grade test"

Give them something to live for instead of the week end,

Now the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement

Well rick james, maury jane

Until then end of your game.

Because at the end of the day,

Do it, okay, okay

Now, lyrical grade a plus for the fuck of it/ bring me your a game cuz man i'm feelin' talkative/

This mahfucka says hes growin a beard but all i can see is glued on pubes that aint even his,

Saying who the hell's this, my words stand the test of time,

Art design, archin' mine, fresno to clarke i'm fine

Ima blow like i'm mothafuckin' sniffing lines

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

A pile extra pressure as a test of measure

I been doing this for forever, so whatever

Talk shit, take a stand in the same rhyme

And make it stand the test of time