This is a song about "Ribs"

Kick then get kicked in the ribs

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

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

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

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

Yet don't owe them niggas nothing but potent lyrics

She likes the way it hits her lips

And grip whips to switch hits to each ribs

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

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

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

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Then i plough my girl, my dick deep in ribs

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

By the water, au revoir to my audience

You were just found with eight bullets in your left ribs