This is a song about "Pork ribs"

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots

Always asking to eat her spinach dip, then after, we eat her ribs,

They cluck away at my yummy yummy pork,

I can change the whole game if a nigga bored

You were just found with eight bullets in your left ribs

Top of the dome wit it, or wroten lyrics

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

Yeah your fried i may be pork rines but i survive

Middle finger up ready to rip out all ya ribs

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

Breaking ribs, shitting top hits just in case you missed

I decided my pride is just why i resist

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

Biggie smalls hungry for enchiladas and pork!