This is a song about "Drippin down your waist"

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

You'd have three chins n' a more than a portly waist

Covered in blood from top to waist raped missing all of your face/

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Thinking of bliss and the good days

Remmember i'm jade not a waist of space

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

The width of your hips is way thicker than your waist be

We're like facial hair, i've got a full beard to my waist

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

I drive that all around

Kick your shoes off, let your hair down

Cinderblocks tied up around your waist nearest bridge three miles away

Yeah two times on a sunday what a lil brotha gotta em goin one way

Your waist of space while i levitate

Dropped out of school never made it to the 12th grade