This is a song about "Lovin"

You gone make me feel the lovin

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

And you all will respect that

Martial law yea boy i'm lovin it

You think your boyfriend likes you? well i'm the one he's really lovin

Scramble like randall if john randle was trynna get him

You gone make me feel the lovin

If he keep going, pass the torch to him

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

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

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

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Nothing to give, we got single parents, ain't lovin' the kids,

And non-nigga friends got it with him

You gone make me feel the lovin