This is a song about "Waist"

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

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

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

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

Cinderblocks tied up around your waist nearest bridge three miles away

Every day we fight the system, just to make our way

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

All the girls with the pictures from the waist up

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

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

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

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste