This is a song about "Barbecue ribs"

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

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

Kick then get kicked in the ribs

When you spill out hits

Top dropped down, black on black

Kick to the chest, your ribs go crack

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

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

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

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Middle finger up ready to rip out all ya ribs

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

Came from italybellisimo, was tha callyeah nigga i got versace

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

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

And grip whips to switch hits to each ribs