This is a song about "Barbecue ribs"

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

I'm a geophyte, move under the ground til i can see the light

They got you trapped, you're better off gettin shot upi'm convinced self-defense is the way

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

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

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

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

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

Umm made her ribs snap nigga,

I try to tell them i'm one of the

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

Ya can't stand it when someone talks shit about ya marijuana hits.

Charring fools like barbecue food when i spar with dudes,

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots

And that maybach, let me take em way back

Kick to the chest, your ribs go crack