This is a song about "Loving quinn holmes"

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

Loving you is clouding my head

Craves a loving family, a dad happily married,

You's a fag, you like that shit, o.f. is the fucking clique

Loving life for now, believe it's all that you had ever planned.

But never that, i'm hungry for success and i never fast

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

Just get high until the kids get home from school holmes, relax

You hear that shawty, shh no more talking alright

If loving you is wrong, than i dont want to be right.

My shit, i know u loving

But he don't rule a thing

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

Folarin said we 6 million and running

Like animals rutting, loving, lusting, fucking,

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