This is a song about "Subject"

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

Subject matter’s all about the riches and dough,

My liver's cold, i got the frigid flow

Subject of substance is important you see

But we should be body to body

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Imagine me the subject of paparazzi pictures,

As im subject to torture

I feel like deaths around the corner

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

While everybody got ammunition on deck

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck

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

Gimme mines, i really rhyme

Back on subject this one time,