This is a song about "Tests"

And when the game tests you a true writer plays

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

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

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

Late night to the early morn, i been such a rolling stone

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

Its somethin they never get, but fuck it i represent

The teacher begins passing out the tests

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

You gotta pass your tests or you're gonna be a fool

Told my mama in '03 i ain’t going back to school