This is a song about "Loving sisters"

Probably fuck up your budget, yea, i’m playing with numbers

Poetic brothers and sisters, do good for the listeners,

Craves a loving family, a dad happily married,

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

Maybe later on i'll give you a phone call

The all loving immaculate master of all,

I distributed the dick with infinite loving

Are you coming?to the point that your running

So listen when the sisters whisper slightly audibly,

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

Bro, i got more flows than your sisters seen

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

You passed out, bitch you ain't even listening