This is a song about "In loving memory"

My memory is hazy

Don't cha know we love ya? sweet lady

Loving you is my pleasure

Well, that's what you are

We sat together, talking bout love, straight loving in that love seat

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

No cursing....no hating,just loving why'd that all have to change, in my mind

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

You're very attractive, and notice that

That your buying and there loving it,

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Like animals rutting, loving, lusting, fucking,

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

When company turns to memory due to jealousy

My mind potent like you high off keys or something

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