This is a song about "Fukin exam"

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

Sellin to kids without a fukin care,

They take a loss man

Harvard we take the exam/

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

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

Notes are done, time for the exam

We on a world tour, wale your man

When i get my hands on nines

Drop the best fukin lines...

To witness the realest shit that's ever been told to man

And poke ya eyeball with a scalpel at the eye exam

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

Fukin bitch ass need to be in the chair

That stuff you made us study is forgotten after the exam

We popping the fortune, not the fame, shit, you backwards, man