This is a song about "End of grade test"

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

I have the end goal of becomin' famous,

Arms seller of high grade like a piff dispenser

I got something you've been waiting for

Westside, bitch i run mine

And make it stand the test of time

I'm not just a pedestrian so go ahead and test me man cause in the end he did the best he can

Crack got her crazyguess who's giving birth to a babyi don't trip or let it fade mefrom out of the fryin pan

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

Just a couple niggas in a boxcar that bitch go lime

A pile extra pressure as a test of measure

Temporary the richest, legendary's forever

They tryna see the end of me

All i want is you baby

Rare shit, trend setting yea i be the best

Or that piece of shit who cant pass a test