This is a song about "Drippin down your waist"

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

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

I felt my body get heavy, from my neck to my waist.

Be the king, that was part of my dream

Bow down to ruler, bow down to your queen

Raindrops drippin' on my down on my head

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

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

Shots fired, get your head down

My name is timb aka thomas crown

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

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