This is a song about "Lovin"

Where god at? i need to call him

You gone make me feel the lovin

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

Avenue that avenue i'm doing more than just passing through

Martial law yea boy i'm lovin it

All these little dreams you got, they're not shit

You gone make me feel the lovin

Kaiser soze, we never see him

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

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

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

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

You gone make me feel the lovin

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win