This is a song about "Test out the ine"

But even the best are retiring not even a test

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

I already have my pencil out for the test ready to pass

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Think your the best then lets put it to the test

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent

How would must i occur to be the only one to test

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

Carol city or was it the west

Life has put him to the test

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

Above the rest, i put myself to the test

Alcohol and booty calls

Don't test me unless you got the balls

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

Life has put me to the test