This is a song about "Louis v on my waist"

Henny in my cup don't need no chase

Remmember i'm jade not a waist of space

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

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

And all the girls we knew that screamed fuck you going let me then

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

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

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

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

Get me on mp3 or d. v. d, known by country, 'n n. l. p. d!

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

Niggas shiver and diemultiple rounds found laced

M v p like steve nash

Private plane tsa can kiss my ass