This is a song about "Loving fuck"

That your buying and there loving it,

See i let my nigga split that

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

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Cause you loving the way my ollie got pop

We the squad, young folarin, out that maybach mob

Face down, ass up, ain't none of my bitches planking though

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

I don't want you to have my permit yet

Or as your loyal and loving pet

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

And my only fear's a wedding ring

I ain't a drinker, i'm a thinker, call it what you want

So she loving me, got a house up vagas,(where it ought