This is a song about "Clavicle scapula ribs sternum cervical vertebrae thoracic vertebrae lumbar vertebrae sacrum and coccyx"

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

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Yo, i'm fucking goldilocks up in the forest

Breaking ribs, shitting top hits just in case you missed

And grip whips to switch hits to each ribs

Ask 'bout me bitch, dressed like an eclipse

A legend have to bow, africa

Umm made her ribs snap nigga,

Ripley's believe it or not would tell you that i'm different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

And remember what i said and

But got comma’s in my statement

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

I'll sever his cervical 'n' separate #chemicals like distillation

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned