This is a song about "Barbecue ribs"

The science and the art, africa

Umm made her ribs snap nigga,

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

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

Ask 'bout me bitch, dressed like an eclipse

And grip whips to switch hits to each ribs

Without my crew and me, slurring words and spitting so loosely but its so fast its

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

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

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

My four-four's givin payback

Kick to the chest, your ribs go crack

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

Interscope is my fam, so i ain't tryna make no issue

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

Kick then get kicked in the ribs