This is a song about "Barbecue ribs"

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Middle finger up ready to rip out all ya ribs

Charring fools like barbecue food when i spar with dudes,

Flyer then the rest of them, still got my nike boots

Straight to your back and ribs conditions hazardous

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

They claim it as their own, africa

Umm made her ribs snap nigga,

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

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

Kick then get kicked in the ribs

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

You were just found with eight bullets in your left ribs

Mix a little syrup, it ain't no way to cure him

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