This is a song about "Ribs monstah"

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

Umm made her ribs snap nigga,

You were just found with eight bullets in your left ribs

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

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

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

Kick to the chest, your ribs go crack

Twista finna get up on the track

Then i plough my girl, my dick deep in ribs

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

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

And grip whips to switch hits to each ribs

Just another product of this matrix

Kick then get kicked in the ribs

That shit look like it’s raks fifth