This is a song about "On my chest whats next is it sex 3f"

I skated all day, i just need some rest, i'm depressed

My jordan's pressin down death on his chest.

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread

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

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

I have so much weight on my chest

As i say it with my chest,so proudly,

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

For those whey no fit dey fix son

Whats up, my name is ryan,

My voice make her wet

You don't know whats coming next

And i didn't know what condescending meant till yesterday

The next thing you gon have on your chest is a bouquet

The jager in my cup is licorice black

And malcolm sex is shitting on the crap