This is a song about "Waist"

All the girls with the pictures from the waist up

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

So i eye a thick pretty waist

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

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

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

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

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

Cinderblocks tied up around your waist nearest bridge three miles away

And get the cake, then i'll tell them that's the winners pay

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

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

Lemme see them big titties, don't be actin' sadidy you're not pretty

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