This is a song about "Ribs"

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

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

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

And grip whips to switch hits to each ribs

Ain't even tryna hold back

Kick to the chest, your ribs go crack

Umm made her ribs snap nigga,

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

Kick then get kicked in the ribs

When you spill out hits

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

Middle finger up ready to rip out all ya ribs

Straight to your back and ribs conditions hazardous

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

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

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