This is a song about "Teflon plate on my chest"

Math wasn't my best, guessed on all of my test, felt it all in my chest.

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

So i signed my name and dotted my i's but only on her chest.

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

Put your head on my chest

Never ever pay rent

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

Lashes on my chest, claw marks on my breast, my brain's set to rot.

Too much on my plate joseph fuck you

And if i do go you better come through

I let her decorate the real estate

I got a lot of stuff on my plate,

Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight

Whats gonna be on the dinner plate,

Stuff all the steak on my dinner plate

Let em marinate, you forever late