This is a song about "Her waist"

But they sold jello in the paint

So i eye a thick pretty waist

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

Doggy her favorite, blackbird her favorite

From the shaft on my my waist in case you was bout to ask him

Now they fallin off like nutso on above the rim

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

Nothing but my dreams matterhoping for better days

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

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

Spread her, pet her with her thighs sprawled

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford