This is a song about "Rulers and subjects"

Grab the scissors and saws and

Fuck you if you feelin' different

Well, maybe not forever

And don't ever (and don't ever)

Yeah, check the stats, my team winning

And i'm dizzy and spinning

And that’s none of my subjects.

Two whips, six tattoos, no kids

And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and

But if a nigga catch a nut bet he feel different

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

Every night i stroke hoes

These subjects can flow so perfectly in this bitch, now you know why i'm spitting

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

And all the shit you went through

And pissing red, white, and blue