This is a song about "Exams"

Theft of a man's chest it's like gangs test and exams

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

Ya family will be missin you, theres a kiss for you

Of the exams that we face that is based on the work that we do

Its now when my exams are in the prime time

By the minute i was getting paid like a hot line

Because our exams become the challenging fence

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

I'll bring the heat on these exams like i'm making some toast,

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

Maintaining my modest modest as i dream

All exams deemed finish so i'll go see my team,