This is a song about "Lovin you"

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

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

If you thought it, it better be what you want

You thought what you thought, you walked and you talked

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

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

You cant run you cant hide , they find you and detach you

Just me and my two of my dudes, blue man crew

Martial law yea boy i'm lovin it

And if i'm down with this banging shit

Knowing that i need you

Fuck you i'll buck you you suck too

No thank you, just fuck you,

The boa know they loving the crew

You got your crew behind you

Niggas that guided me through