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

My jordan's pressin down death on his chest.

That's why i never claimed i was the best

Me and my homies, kick it like everyday

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

Great sex, she ain't slept, she can't rest tomorrows that big test

Math wasn't my best, guessed on all of my test, felt it all in my chest.

S on my chest like a superman vest

Cause i was never hesitant to represent

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

With all these hogs in the game no room for you in here

Please show love, make way for the bad girls club

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

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

And sitting on side are my two sex pistols,

Now i pass it on to the next

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest