This is a song about "Loving some"

If they not talking no bread than we ain't listening

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

Or as your loyal and loving pet

This is like love, that you can never get

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

R.i.p to the victims reach out and take my loving letter,

Loving you is my pleasure

You have this letter

It's out to see like a mariner, get back into character, grab another blank page

Looking in the mirror and loving this revolutionary change,

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

To get them niggas while they laid back

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

Comme des garcons, roam like it ain't nothing