This is a song about "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

It's blacc friday and i'm glad to be black

Kick to the chest, your ribs go crack

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

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

Straight to your back and ribs conditions hazardous

It's the dc thang, incase you ain't notice

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

You were just found with eight bullets in your left ribs

Breaking ribs, shitting top hits just in case you missed

That burden's on my soul as long i exist

My city's culture to the game now in existence

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

Kick then get kicked in the ribs

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks