This is a song about "Subject and object pronouns"

Fellatio is frequent, still i treat them decent

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different

Grab the scissors and saws and

She leave before the sun up, leave you something to think about

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

And stop playing hide and seek,

Indubitably i'm too street

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Talking of the gods you serve

And their mothers and fathers

Harder, better, faster, stronger

As im subject to torture

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

To you niggas biting my flows and my subject matter