This is a song about "Tests"

And when the game tests you a true writer plays

It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face

You bitches get a lot of spots on your ass

I don't think you'll get your unit tests to pass

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

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

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

I don't need a bunch of jewels to show you i'm cool

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