This is a song about "Subject"

I say bitch a lot, though i'm proud of my sisters

Imagine me the subject of paparazzi pictures,

Subject of substance is important you see

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

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

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

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

Its all gun bustin, its such a lack of the subject

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

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

As im subject to torture

Huh, i can't interpret her

Back on subject this one time,

Doctor said i was fine