This is a song about "Pooping on chest"

Terrorist, bomb on my chest, jealous cuz i'm better than the rest,

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

On the streets all apeshit..bangin chest to chest

That's why i never claimed i was the best

When you took my hand up so calm

Feel your chest on top on

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

Even gotta symbol of ha tatted on ya chest

When you've possessed this feeling of everything building on your chest

Its somethin they never get, but fuck it i represent

Not me, i bet you remember the night

Snap a pic of my dick on your chest tonight

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

Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock

And bijies like im out and

Pooping - having a blast,