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

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent

S on my chest like a superman vest

Probably failed it cause i can't talk things out of my chest

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

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

Hazy chest, i blaze the cess, wonder if you lace it next,

My life is a wet dream, and everynights a sex scene

We self-made but never is an i on the team

The next on my hunt.my knowledge is polished in rhyming i abolish,your just another

Small time drinkin getting high with them armiesjust another knucklehead kid from the gutter

Met my match/ chest is stabbed

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

Getting this off my chest i guess need i to say whats real (x2)

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Hold up yea we the best

I have so much weight on my chest