This is a song about "Barbecue ribs"

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Then i plough my girl, my dick deep in ribs

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Middle finger up ready to rip out all ya ribs

Snapple fact: you rather wack

Kick to the chest, your ribs go crack

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

And grip whips to switch hits to each ribs

Beautiful are thou, africa

Umm made her ribs snap nigga,

I'll easily barbecue your reply and kangaroo-kick your confidence,

So robbing for objects of opulence ain't worth the consequence,

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix

I stack chips, crack ribs, and in fact, i stack mad mack clips

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

Kick then get kicked in the ribs