This is a song about "Barbecue ribs"

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

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

I love a barbecue with my homies, you trip i'll let it slide,

Easy baby my thing tight, but that lotus flower just ain't right

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

You were just found with eight bullets in your left ribs

Charring fools like barbecue food when i spar with dudes,

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

Then i plough my girl, my dick deep in ribs

Ask her address she holla saks fifth

A legend have to bow, africa

Umm made her ribs snap nigga,

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

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

Foamposite max like i'm out of wake forest

Breaking ribs, shitting top hits just in case you missed