This is a song about "Loving it"

A girl like her, makes a sweet, loving wife.

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

Watch with 30 rocks in it no peacock, a little nbc talk

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

Let's sweat out this alcohol, bet i'm about to ball

The all loving immaculate master of all,

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

Or as your loyal and loving pet

My shit, i know u loving

Hoping that he's listening

You and i spent everyday together loving each other

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

The cops lock up blacks for no reason, they live in a cage,

Looking in the mirror and loving this revolutionary change,

Decides everything, the wall street banks, no they're loving it,

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket