This is a song about "Ribs"

And grip whips to switch hits to each ribs

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

Middle finger up ready to rip out all ya ribs

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

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Yeah, the sex in the sack

Kick to the chest, your ribs go crack

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Then i plough my girl, my dick deep in ribs

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Kick then get kicked in the ribs

Now momma told me be careful who you love

Straight to your back and ribs conditions hazardous

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

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots