This is a song about "Loving father"

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

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

I distributed the dick with infinite loving

Are you coming?to the point that your running

That your buying and there loving it,

Could be applied to this shit

Baby, you know who you are

My knees on the ground, dear father

The all loving immaculate master of all,

I wish you luck and if you need me, call

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

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

Scum a disgrace to the father,

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for