This is a song about "Cranium femur ribs"

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

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

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

My city's culture to the game now in existence

And the v12, that's on various trips

And grip whips to switch hits to each ribs

New passtime invadin ya cranium like we came up ya sinus/

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

#so. go off the dome, #like, my #cranium #broke, yo.

Hustle from regis and kelly into the late show

Then i plough my girl, my dick deep in ribs

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

You were just found with eight bullets in your left ribs

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

I'm on autopilot now with my cranium split

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit