This is a song about "Flat chest"

Strap the bomb to my chest

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

You caught me staring at your chest,

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

And imma makes sure all four of ya tires are flat,

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track

Hold up yea we the best

I feel a sharp pain in my chest,

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

You're a carpet, i'll lay you flat!

On the streets all apeshit..bangin chest to chest

That i can only love you when you undressed

Painful indigestion in my chest

The day before is better than the present

Not extending it i tell it flat.

I don't want it on my back