This is a song about "Loving pizza"

And getting money is the song i sing

Like animals rutting, loving, lusting, fucking,

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

I picture a happy day at the pizza shop

Looking in the mirror and loving this revolutionary change,

With every stereotype against us like we're trapped in a cage

The angels sing and i feel like thats my roll call

The all loving immaculate master of all,

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

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

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

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

With feelingsthis a mans world youngin'the bitches in businessso learn a 'lil something

Watch as nothing becomes a big round something, imagine a lot of loving,