This is a song about "Loving football"

She michael jackson bad

Like football your ass smacked dad

Thowin around bombs worse then ponder with a football,

It ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest

But looka the future’s super football star, he’ll hopefully be picked,

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

The news is broadcasting celebrity dates 'n' splits and the lack of loving

My shit, i know u loving

Wait, now it's about eight something

Or as your loyal and loving pet

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Rest in peace in my loving memory