This is a song about "Yes indeed motherfucker best believe i ll put a hole in yo vest so your chest can bleed"

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

Hit me square in the chest, wasn't wearing a vest

Pop a bullet in your chest,

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

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

S on my chest like a superman vest

But knowing me i prolly never meetonly speak when a fan speak

I've been to hell n back i can asure u that indeed,

We wear a bulletproof vest on our chest in vain,

Rozay told me break a leg no wonder why i care again

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

Like a ballistic vest absorbing bullets aimed to the chest

Can someone please play me an intro so i can believe,

This song about you, then you probably need to leave