This is a song about "Loving peace"

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

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Yeah i tell ya that’s peace

Lights please, lights please

I want justice not necessarily meaning peace,

I was underground but wasn't trying to renew the lease

Rest in peace in my loving memory

But we be having that jersey

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

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

4-3... yea, remember that please

You not gone find your peace

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

They fucking me and loving me

I lead the city in requests, but don't do nothing

I distributed the dick with infinite loving