This is a song about "Loving a drummer"

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

I distributed the dick with infinite loving

The skin is thick, no need for leather, your father called

So she loving me, got a house up vagas,(where it ought

Nobody ain't own us yet

Loving you is clouding my head

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

Look, i know you not gay or nothing

And this bass is like a drummer in my backseat

Your mouth, i don't need, your legs, you can keep

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

Craves a loving family, a dad happily married,

Watch as nothing becomes a big round something, imagine a lot of loving,

She feels a baby is the way to save her relationship that ain't nothing

My own pace, rocking the beat of my own drummer

To me you’re like a brother, so be my mother lover