This is a song about "Loving god"

I'm just tryna push a porsche, that's white like montana snow

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

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

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

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

But even if it rain, we get rained on together

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

What the fans can't see that mm-mirror gon notice back

With her mind, i'm loving her and that's that

And tired of his shit and tries to just split

That your buying and there loving it,

Cause you loving the way my ollie got pop

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top

Loving life for now, believe it's all that you had ever planned.

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last