This is a song about "Waist"

All the girls with the pictures from the waist up

Pardon me if i'm sweating you but

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

Every beautiful women at my waist

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

I’m a sinner, jesus christ, please forgive me for my ways

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Gun to my waist heart beating like im in a mutha fuckin chase

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

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

So i eye a thick pretty waist

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

Your neck and face from your chest and waist

But they sold jello in the paint

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

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