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

Some niggas ain't got no luck

Yo, there's something on my chest (what?)

Put your head on my chest

Hold my tears i tried my best

Whats gonna be on the dinner plate,

We both teenagers with the same mind state

Great sex, she ain't slept, she can't rest tomorrows that big test

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

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

My jordan's pressin down death on his chest.

I can tell you that this tape

Stuff all the steak on my dinner plate

No, i ain't, glazed donuts for luncheon, on my plate.

Where every recipient, property of the state

Takin shots swear is like my stomachs made of teflon

I'm finna break this blunt down and burn me up one