This is a song about "Her waist"

Your waist of space while i levitate

Way to much right here is at stake

Drop her, pick her up and tomahawk her/

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

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

Speakers loud; heavy base, pants sagged pass my waist

Doggy her favorite, blackbird her favorite

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

Fuck what y’all talkin’ about

Dick her down kick her out

I’m pushing that way where you came out as a baby

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

Maybe i’m just looking for the wrong thinglove don’t come sooner or later

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