This is a song about "Loving pizza"

And getting money is the song i sing

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

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

My shit, i know u loving

That your buying and there loving it,

No less profit, themed when we drop shit

And if the cops come, i just hit amnesia

Come over here, he's blastin' rap music, eatin' pizza,

Loving you is my pleasure

Of impactful things one can ask for

So i could go help the babyshe could barely speak

Craves a loving family, a dad happily married,

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

Ho i kick it, i punt it like reggie roby or something