This is a song about "Shitting on chests"

Pants shitting, scared, barely even shifting, i'm as sick as fourty children

And they ain’t fucking with the kid like chris hansen in the kitchen

Writin' lyrics previously locked inside treasure chests,

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

While shitting or fart, hard enough to

Nigga, fuck you. yeah, just you

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Feel your chest on top on

Yeah, you got me feeling like the greatest

Breaking ribs, shitting top hits just in case you missed

Feel your chest on top on

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

Sending jabs with my bars they hitting hard and caving chests in

Permanently focused, learning while i'm going