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

My city's culture to the game now in existence

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

Breaking ribs, shitting top hits just in case you missed

Yo, i'm fucking goldilocks up in the forest

Like a lumbar puncture straight to the throat.

Sing the highs and lows, remember when i was broke

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different

Social conditioning and

And more than confident

And i got nieces who need me they fathers ain't important

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

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

Interscope is my fam, so i ain't tryna make no issue

She might be goin' home with me tonight

Up against your ribs causing the stress to spike,