This is a song about "Shitting on chests"

I'm sensitive, i can feel hurt, just by you shitting on my shirt/

Don't try to compare this to anything you ever heard

Writin' lyrics previously locked inside treasure chests,

Nothens changedcause in tha came it's a steady aimfuck friends

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

And malcolm sex is shitting on the crap

Man it goes on and on

My sim card's the bomb

My rap isn't fast but i have been the coldest

Breaking ribs, shitting top hits just in case you missed

Your on fire.. your on fire

And i ain't frontin for her

Napalm at your chest- sonnin' cats, to date the moms with the chests

Bands on top of bands, got me fuckin’ her and her friends

I spit this simple shit sicker like i've got chests of phlegm,

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again