This is a song about "Him loving me"

Smoke a blunt with him remanissin bout how well he know me

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

In fact, what i did made me no better than him.

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

With yo momma’s dutch oven that she’s loving.

Cause of him that's why them bitches couldn't stand me

Girl i know you like that, you crazy

My shit, i know u loving

Flapjack, ooh he bring

Put my squad on my back like i'm wearing me a starter jacket

I bribe judges to get me off, this life, ooh, well i'm loving it,

You need to go to, like, vienna or something

Freestyle turn you to a homie. call me strange but not loving

So if you try to rap like him try me

I got plans for you look in the sky baby