This is a song about "Subject rap"

Snapple fact: you rather wack

Here come a technical rap

They told me i can't rap

So i'm one with that

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Crap thank fuck for underground rap,

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

As im subject to torture

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

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

The door crack, niggas all black

Slowly, so therefore i rap

Imagine me the subject of paparazzi pictures,

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse