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

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Im tired of being slepted on

Girl the way you're movin', got me in a trance

Trip out fucking deadly being bit by bats and rats,

And my niggas say

I’m tested every day

I'm mental, it's instrumental

Plans consist of being successful

Out of mind out of sight

Why we gotta fight

Early adapters agree they all late

Because of my constant fear of being betrayed

Running out of patience, but being patients the key

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

Of being knocked out, and soon a nurse is checking your pulse,

See, all my life i was raised by a lot of criminals