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

And remember what i said and

I ain't trying to be ignorant

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Umm made her ribs snap nigga,

Grab the scissors and saws and

She can only live for the moment

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

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

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

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

You were just found with eight bullets in your left ribs

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

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

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

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,