This is a song about "The best so dont test"

I leave a hater like he lost a watermelon fight

You still dont want to test me, average white kid, on the inside

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

Grab all the test tubes, the best tools, compressin' joules 'til they blast off

Never ever pay rent

I'll japan the fucking test

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

And just stick to the test n belive in the best.

Life has put me to the test

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

Test and beef with me you best believe i'll get the grudge settled

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt