This is a song about "Loving moms"

And moms, she raised me well...

Burberry, quite a hell

Not feeling yall but im feeling ya moms

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

I just load up and start dumpin' on enemies; i'm head hunting

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

My shit, i know u loving

If they could cut out all the busting

A real life viking, shout out to st. paul

The all loving immaculate master of all,

Their buzz internet and mines in her net

Or as your loyal and loving pet

I distributed the dick with infinite loving

Harder than granite, hoes know i'm coming