This is a song about "Waist"

Said i'm just tryna do this quick like make haste

Speakers loud; heavy base, pants sagged pass my waist

Your neck and face from your chest and waist

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

Your waist of space while i levitate

I can tell you that this tape

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

Every beautiful women at my waist

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

So i eye a thick pretty waist

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

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

Two tres on my waist, and i feel like (d)jango, with and without the d/

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

Better keep that ho on a leash don't make your only