This is a song about "Life being a test drive"

A nigga wanna drive slow,

Scab, fix up look shop joe

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

Soon they will put you on a test.

But thats the life of a human being

She say she love me more than anything

Half your body laying on my chest

Like somebody is puting me to a test

Drive by ending your life having your fam wondering why

Approach for contactcause i'm live i multiply

It's like i'm an alien who alienates by the herd, so as far as being heard

But there's no pleasure in being the ender of a life that you once treasured

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Test me, go into a frenzy

Some claim it's a curse but up to face this test,

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed