This is a song about "Shitting on chests"

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Man it goes on and on

Your on fire.. your on fire

All my shit designer

Spitting the venom while shitting within em, until they soul need a enema

There i was kneeling on the ground, felt like i was being drowned, and at the

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

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

Writin' lyrics previously locked inside treasure chests,

I think i've got some enemies disguised as friends

Every day's harder, ain't nothin here promised

Breaking ribs, shitting top hits just in case you missed