This is a song about "Pooping on chest"

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Feel your chest on top on

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

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

My sim card's the bomb

Feel your chest on top on

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

Its somethin they never get, but fuck it i represent

These days i try my best, still got a load on my chest

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

I keep on puffing till my chest hurts ill keep on chatting up these girls

I can only love you when you’re undressed

'cause it's like you took a shit on his chest

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

As you sit and pray, hoping the beatings'll go away