This is a song about "Ribs"

Breaking ribs, shitting top hits just in case you missed

Suck her neck before i eat her like she's breakfast

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through

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

Kick to the chest, your ribs go crack

You got reason to brag

Straight to your back and ribs conditions hazardous

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Kick then get kicked in the ribs

Ask 'bout me bitch, dressed like an eclipse

Cause we been off them slave ships

And grip whips to switch hits to each ribs

Up against your ribs causing the stress to spike,

Cus what you give me let me know that we'll be alright

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

You were just found with eight bullets in your left ribs