This is a song about "Stomach in chest out"

To livin in a house with food my stomach

Take em to the crib, yeah we gon fuck

I’m from hoover man, high as superman, shit you lois lane

We wear a bulletproof vest on our chest in vain,

No passion when im fucking ram in your stomach

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

I rip hearts from chest with out ruining the flesh,

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

Pop a bullet in your chest,

Beach on the weekend

Took my heart out of my chest and ate it

You gone make me flip then split your shit

Probably failed it cause i can't talk things out of my chest

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

Or who f*ckin' on who, need a pap smear

In my mom's stomach, came out like a deer