This is a song about "Loving jasmine"

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

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

They fucking me and loving me

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

I bet you like these rap niggas, ain't going to write it better

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

When i'm on it, on it like my job

Cause you loving the way my ollie got pop

Came to the uk with one suitcase, they were loving the view

My diamonds talk for me they say hi can i meet you

Doobies roll your booty ho alexis know the truthy, bro

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

Bulletproof vest won't protect shit

That your buying and there loving it,

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

Seen too many of y’all getting money, know my turn coming