This is a song about "Loving boys"

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

Like animals rutting, loving, lusting, fucking,

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

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

Loving you is clouding my head

Sb horror pack monsters under my bed

Look, i know you not gay or nothing

As kellin quinn once said wiv loving

You can't forget run d.m.c., the beastie boys,

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Just show them boys whos boss