This is a song about "Subject"

Subject matter’s all about the riches and dough,

Nigga, i got that dilla, premo, swizzy flow

3 times, show me your peace sign

Back on subject this one time,

Bitch please, not a line rhymed, metaphors half assed, and the subject,

Great sex, she ain't slept, she can't rest tomorrows that big test

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

As im subject to torture

Imagine me the subject of paparazzi pictures,

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

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

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed

Dough ain't nothing to joke about, she open up when that dough come out

Give the new rappers a subject to rap about, and they'll give you a doubt//

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