This is a song about "Pooping on chest"

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

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

That happen to act like a black president

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

Here i go again, falling in love again

We wear a bulletproof vest on our chest in vain,

Even gotta symbol of ha tatted on ya chest

Why would i worry? i am forever blessed

Math wasn't my best, guessed on all of my test, felt it all in my chest.

Great sex, she ain't slept, she can't rest tomorrows that big test

Hopped on the pulpit and told them how i was truly blessed

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

I can only love you when you’re undressed

Watch out!...throw ya vest on ya chest,

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

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