This is a song about "Pooping on chest"

Even gotta symbol of ha tatted on ya chest

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

My sim card's the bomb

Feel your chest on top on

Feel your chest on top on

That's word to my mom

On the streets all apeshit..bangin chest to chest

The day before is better than the present

We wear a bulletproof vest on our chest in vain,

Brings alotta joy buggati boy thats lane to lane

So she sees sex as a way of leaving hell

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

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop

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

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

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years