This is a song about "Thin waist"

Chew thin niggas like under cooked grits

Shout out bobby on hundreds

Forever blastin'bitches ain't ready for this thug passion

Success was just a blatant hoax, my patience was wearing thin,

You don;t thin anymore

She leave her hair on the floor

Leave queers in tears, fear this thin bombardier

What you might’ve thought the vision still clear

That's compressed and thin/ suppressed within

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Home invading i'm skating on thin ice,

And you ask twitter why you getting fake guys

Add me, take me, pay me it’s nothing

I'm climbing these thin ropes and heightening