This is a song about "Tests"

Cum again, invite 'em if you have any fun friends

The teacher begins passing out the tests

My heart too dark, i’m so gone, delete my phone

And we'll pass your fucking tests and then write our own

My tech blows straight off the roof and tests yo' respect though

You get your girl for something tight tomorrow

And when the game tests you a true writer plays

Lookin' at me, now they know my face

Put on a act like i'm possessed, do the fucking tests and the rest.

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

So they just keep going, saying nigga in his face

And when the game tests you a true writer plays

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

I'm wearing up with questions n tests all done growing sick n retard