This is a song about "Hairy chest"

No religion, putting 10 bullets in your chest

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

I ain't had a woman in years, and my palms are too hairy to hide (whoops!)

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Mary was hairy and lucy wants to marry me,

Never ever pay rent

Strap the bomb to my chest

Sup on my hat like that motherfucker friendly

Shut up bitch gag my dick till that shit gets hairy

Rare shit, trend setting yea i be the best

Musta felt like a knife pierced ya chest.

When you scream out of your chest,

Hold my tears i tried my best

I have so much weight on my chest

Hold up yea we the best