This is a song about "Subject"

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

Give me a moment bet the time will be the best, best

Back on subject this one time,

Fight for what broad, these hoes ain't mine

Going broke, no sir

As im subject to torture

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,

A nigga ghost every time youngin on the flow

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

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

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

Shouts out to st. louey, swag champ i got the belt

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

And dusting off the porcelain and open when their cock is out