This is a song about "End of grade test"

Yea i'm livin' right these niggas dead wrong

This is the end of my fucking song

Until then end of your game.

You're not usin' your brain

Arms seller of high grade like a piff dispenser

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Doctor said i was fine

And make it stand the test of time

She don't really care about anyone advice

You test, and i might just bring the opposite of life

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

I really am the best, you may not think that because of the rest, this ain't no test

Carol city or was it the west

Or that piece of shit who cant pass a test

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

Paid homage to the struggle that's before mine