This is a song about "Ribs"

You were just found with eight bullets in your left ribs

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Middle finger up ready to rip out all ya ribs

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

My four-four's givin payback

Kick to the chest, your ribs go crack

Kick then get kicked in the ribs

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

Like whenever i look up, i'm expecting the light

Up against your ribs causing the stress to spike,

Together all the timethought it was true love

Straight to your back and ribs conditions hazardous

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

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

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