This is a song about "German test smoking berlin schriftlich"

You're faker than a german hot-dog with no mustard,

I better straighten it out, soon as i get to work

Like somebody is puting me to a test

Half your body laying on my chest

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

His life's an impossible test

I put these bitches to the test

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

Smoking sticky fixtures

Fresh out the chair with the clippers

Higher than giraffes blunts passed like a test

I skated all day, i just need some rest, i'm depressed

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

During the day i had a test

Cause u can't pass the fukn test

Carol city or was it the west