This is a song about "Loving monica"

I don't need your girl. man i got a lot

Cause you loving the way my ollie got pop

Like animals rutting, loving, lusting, fucking,

They rooting for me, they say a nigga buzzing

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Rest in peace in my loving memory

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

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

I spend thousands on the shoes for the coupe it's nothing

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

I distributed the dick with infinite loving

Are you comingto the point that your running

The angels sing and i feel like thats my roll call

The all loving immaculate master of all,

Loving you is clouding my head

I respect that you don't know yet