This is a song about "On my chest whats next"

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time

To say whats on my mind or commit a silly crime!

These days i try my best, still got a load on my chest

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

These days i try my best, still got a load on my chest

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

My laptop just laying on my desk, wondering what's gonna' happen next

My jordan's pressin down death on his chest.

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

Lashes on my chest, claw marks on my breast, my brain's set to rot.

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

Yo, there's something on my chest (what?)

Getting this off my chest i guess i need to say whats real

I swear these bitches look up to me like i'm doing here