This is a song about "Barbecue ribs"

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

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes

And grip whips to switch hits to each ribs

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through

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

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

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

To liberate yourself, africa

Umm made her ribs snap nigga,

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

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Straight to your back and ribs conditions hazardous

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

And the v12, that's on various trips

Kick then get kicked in the ribs