This is a song about "Loving memory"

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

Girl jealous, be just another memory i promise

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

My shit, i know u loving

It's like you dropped your laptop without backing up your memory

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Like animals rutting, loving, lusting, fucking,

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

I'm low-key but my skill is still seen like a memory

As kellin quinn once said wiv loving

And getting money is the song i sing

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

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Last thing they remember is me spitting these bars in their memory