This is a song about "Barbecue ribs"

Always asking to eat her spinach dip, then after, we eat her ribs,

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real 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

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

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

Charring fools like barbecue food when i spar with dudes,

Whole crew, roll through, got more green than whole foods

Kick then get kicked in the ribs

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

And anybody who plays sports, you know you got politics

I brittle your ribs, you the type of guy that fiddles with kids

His pockets gone dry from the loans it was given him

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

Up against your ribs causing the stress to spike,

If your head right, i’ll be there every night