This is a song about "Pooping on chest"

But i can only love you when you undressed

S on my chest like a superman vest

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

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

We wear a bulletproof vest on our chest in vain,

But now invisible cells around your brain

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

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

I have so much weight on my chest

Rare shit, trend setting yea i be the best

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

It's utterly bologna, so i'm muslim to these rappers

Now them silly bitches calling me like everyday

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

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

She got a fat ass, she prolly know me well