This is a song about "Loving more"

We sat together, talking bout love, straight loving in that love seat

How come he's not in counseling? fucka's loud while he's sound asleep

With her mind, i'm loving her and that's that

I had the british shows talkin bout bring him back

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

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

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

Rest in peace in my loving memory

Cause i can always see the farthest stars when i'm on you

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

They fucking me and loving me

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

You and i spent everyday together loving each other

And all that deep shit i was previously down for