This is a song about "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

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Kick then get kicked in the ribs

You were just found with eight bullets in your left ribs

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Straight to your back and ribs conditions hazardous

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

Middle finger up ready to rip out all ya ribs

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

And grip whips to switch hits to each ribs

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

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

My all gold rolly or the

Umm made her ribs snap nigga,