This is a song about "Pooping on chest"

The day before is better than the present

On the streets all apeshit..bangin chest to chest

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

Feel your chest on top on

Hold my tears i tried my best

Put your head on my chest

We wear a bulletproof vest on our chest in vain,

I turned into something they never became

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

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

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

They said im guilty, i ain't get the chance to say im not

Selling my assets, i'm so damn illegal that i need to be arrest

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

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

They let them white boys free, we be shocked as hell