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

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

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

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

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

I'm a gentlemen women tell me my wisdom is different

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

Hot shots to your sternum n melon have u hurtin n yellin

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

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

Put the purp in the blunt

Social conditioning and

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Then i plough my girl, my dick deep in ribs