This is a song about "Her waist"

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

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

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

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

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

Cuz bitches can manipulate in several different ways

Never lookin for a handout

Dick her down kick her out

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

These daysit's an all out rat raceand look at meee just caught another cat case

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

You see, this is for the g's and the keys, motherfucker