This is a song about "Her waist"

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

Two tres on my waist, and i feel like (d)jango, with and without the d/

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

Speakers loud; heavy base, pants sagged pass my waist

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

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

Dick her down kick her out

I must go like fly route

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

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

You aint gunna find her, mantel her from behind ima grind her

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Every problem you ever had with another man i gotta face

My waist with an abused hate with an amused state i should have refused grace

Dick her down kick her out

Baby heading down a cloud