This is a song about "Ribs"

So the fuckin' school suggested me a therapist

Breaking ribs, shitting top hits just in case you missed

You were just found with eight bullets in your left ribs

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Tonights gonna be a fuckin' fight

Up against your ribs causing the stress to spike,

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

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Then i plough my girl, my dick deep in ribs

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

And grip whips to switch hits to each ribs

Ask her address she holla saks fifth

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Straight to your back and ribs conditions hazardous

Ask 'bout me bitch, dressed like an eclipse

Kick then get kicked in the ribs