This is a song about "Pooping on chest"

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

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

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

What a mess! but we clean in the club

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

Nigga, look at my bitch, you looking the wrong way

I have so much weight on my chest

Life has put her to the test

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

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

We wear a bulletproof vest on our chest in vain,

But lemme tell you that them heels really complement your frame

Down to ride to the bloody end, just me and my girlfriend

Ima go on this rapping quest and find the fucking golden chest

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

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed