This is a song about "Loving liam davies"

All these little dreams you got, they're not shit

That your buying and there loving it,

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

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

My god come before this bread

Or as your loyal and loving pet

So i'm just making sure my verses count for something

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

Like animals rutting, loving, lusting, fucking,

What i'm wanting, and i'm trying to see something

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

And i open up the door you bring her cranky ass with you

Cause you loving the way my ollie got pop

We the squad, young folarin, out that maybach mob

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

I distributed the dick with infinite loving