This is a song about "I loves"

Don't cross me, cause my friend, i'm no jesus

Santa loves some but in brooklyn, he dodged us.

He loves me but that's not all

By the phone, no call

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Everybody loves to root for a nuisance

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

She tells me she loves me and i tell her i love her back

That's aids to the ill

The lady loves her will.

Your gonna be on top nigga

Every chick loves godzilla

Yeah, rack, rack city shit

Loves whatever you make it

Loves a drug so whats your prescription?

Well wishes to my opposition