This is a song about "Change subject"

Development to try make it intelligent, irrelevant. signs of the subject

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

After some minutes you will change

When i pull up in that candy range

Well, that's what you are

As im subject to torture

Chorus:now everyone finds the change

With foreign names, valet the range

I'm like a test subject, use me now and then you reject/

While everybody got ammunition on deck

To you niggas biting my flows and my subject matter

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

I really wanna change

Said her hearts, in a cage