This is a song about "Loving football"

If you try to give it to me at the door

Thowin around bombs worse then ponder with a football,

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

Let's take another trip, different continents we touching

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

Or as your loyal and loving pet

Dutty wine for access, show me your neck

See, baby, i'm a leader day away from a libra

I'm glad i sacked his ass in football back then i was hella raw

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

R.i.p to the victims reach out and take my loving letter,

We might be back in this baby

They fucking me and loving me

Rest in peace in my loving memory

Cause i ain't worriedeyes blurry