This is a song about "Stomach in chest out"

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

Kickin' this up, got the rhymes in a treasure chest,

Athlete mentality so fuck my competition

His stomach dropped, as his chest started cavin' in

I had a long day and i really wanna fuck

No passion when im fucking ram in your stomach

Knocking success in my chest hoe

You know i be teasing, though

Hold my tears i tried my best

Pop a bullet in your chest,

I skated all day, i just need some rest, i'm depressed

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

Watch out!...throw ya vest on ya chest,

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

That i can't stand or stomach it, i vomit in my seat