This is a song about "Ribs mosntah"

You were just found with eight bullets in your left ribs

The best in my position, i’m passionate with lyrics

Up against your ribs causing the stress to spike,

Get ya money up, jewelry tight, swagger right

Breaking ribs, shitting top hits just in case you missed

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

Kick then get kicked in the ribs

I stack chips, crack ribs, and in fact, i stack mad mack clips

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

Middle finger up ready to rip out all ya ribs

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

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

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

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