This is a song about "Scatched out of being tested"

At the thought of being popular

Or something that you paid for

Reigns, of being a husband and a dad.

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

Took the form of a human being

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Im sick of fucking being skint for draw

Had my niggas down so i’m screaming fuck the law

She'll turn out fake, i was being played

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade

Because of my constant fear of being betrayed

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

Pay up cuz im the kind to be tested

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

Of being trapped with no way out are common in the ghetto,

Used to have this white bitch, she looked like madonna though