This is a song about "Barbecue ribs"

If doing it is wrong, i don’t wanna be right

Up against your ribs causing the stress to spike,

Barbecue meals laughing having a blasttill you met a roommate it was our doomsday

They got you trapped, you're better off gettin shot upi'm convinced self-defense is the way

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

You were just found with eight bullets in your left ribs

Then i plough my girl, my dick deep in ribs

Top of the dome wit it, or wroten lyrics

Lightens the mood with ribs, never be able to take a bite of you

Avenue that avenue i'm doing more than just passing through

Charring fools like barbecue food when i spar with dudes,

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

I take hunan i take sezchuan chefs barbecue it's nothin

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

I pack a lip, smack a bitch, tackle her and crack her ribs