This is a song about "Loving cars"

Craves a loving family, a dad happily married,

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

My shit, i know u loving

Get it girl, keep that motor running

Freestyle turn you to a homie. call me strange but not loving

Now mama see that shit on oprah and know that it’s coming

I distributed the dick with infinite loving

But if she wanna roll wit me she gotta blow something

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars

Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Got like a hundred cars