This is a song about "Fukin exam"

Although my body's in the u.s my heart's there

Fukin bitch ass need to be in the chair

Sellin to kids without a fukin care,

It’s not fair, the ones with the good hair

Drop the best fukin lines...

When i get my hands on nines

Bitch i'm in the fucking mall, with my niggas eating ham

You test me and i'm goin' harder than a math exam,

And poke ya eyeball with a scalpel at the eye exam

Wifey like it one minute next minute she don't, man

I got an exam on may maybe carrots can help me get an a ole carrots carrots all the way

Ran through an alleystill lookin' for my getawaycoppers said freeze, or you'll be dead today

That stuff you made us study is forgotten after the exam

No matter how much i try, stay alive, i'm a die a man

That's why you cautious when i approached youbeen talking since you arrived, but not a word is spoken

Just earlier i took the essay part of exam, in it is the given prompt, it was a well written poem