This is a song about "Her waist"

My garments shouldn’t be here, i’m somewhere near the future

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

Every beautiful women at my waist

And i feared that my fans say i failed

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

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

So hit me with them cups, ron artest stepen jackson, yea

Cinderblocks tied up around your waist nearest bridge three miles away

Speakers loud; heavy base, pants sagged pass my waist

Said i'm just tryna do this quick like make haste

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

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

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

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

Honey is always the one i'mma call late

Your waist of space while i levitate