This is a song about "Loving that guy"

You know me, cool breeze, a nigga high

If you're looking for the man, well i'm that guy/

That poor guy cant even take a hit

She's tryna fall back, cuz she say i'm all that

Im rapping about death cause im really that type of guy

Tried to warn the little nigga either stop or die

Approach for contactcause i'm live i multiply

Even passing out that eminem guy

Harder than granite, hoes know i'm coming

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

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

We sat together, talking bout love, straight loving in that love seat

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

She is oh so lovely with eyes that have such a loving stare