This is a song about "Ribs"

You were just found with eight bullets in your left ribs

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Umm made her ribs snap nigga,

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

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

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

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

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Yet don't owe them niggas nothing but potent lyrics

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

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

Kick then get kicked in the ribs

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

And grip whips to switch hits to each ribs

If your head right, i’ll be there every night

Up against your ribs causing the stress to spike,