This is a song about "Lovin hoes"

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

The politicians and rich executives sit back, just lovin' it,

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

Martial law yea boy i'm lovin it

Bulletproof vest won't protect shit

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Alwaysstay ahead of these stank hoes

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Why don't we try and be a lovin' population

Big homie hov said i am close

I said i love these hoes i love these hoes

I think that she knows

I show up with four hoes

Pid to ever think it maybe that it true i was lovin you.

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue