This is a song about "Pooping on chest"

Racks on racks, i don’t know how to act

Pooping - having a blast,

So i signed my name and dotted my i's but only on her chest.

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

Beach on the weekend

Put your head on my chest

Layin on his chest in the sand time forgotten on the dash.

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

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

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

Like i got an s on my chest i thank god that im still here hes my bullet

Bet i get it quick lick make it backflip outta town with some how you gonna act shit

Can't bear the sight of kings on my chest, it's not too swell

Like dammit you the shit you do it so well

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

Some of you bitches look stupid as fuck