This is a song about "Ribs mosntah"

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

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Kick then get kicked in the ribs

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

Middle finger up ready to rip out all ya ribs

If i don't diss another nigga you dont get that issue

Lightens the mood with ribs, never be able to take a bite of you

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

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

These been thinking we ain't tripping off lyrics

And grip whips to switch hits to each ribs

Breaking ribs, shitting top hits just in case you missed

When really i'm a virgo and the truest

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

Straight to your back and ribs conditions hazardous