This is a song about "Loving the class"

I distributed the dick with infinite loving

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

I don’t want nothing to do with you, i’m through with you

Came to the uk with one suitcase, they were loving the view

Decides everything, the wall street banks, no they're loving it,

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit

Fuck the loving, up 'n' coming rappers are the cure for this virus plague

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

The news is broadcasting celebrity dates 'n' splits and the lack of loving/

No sympathy, ain't no love when you in these streets just get something

Cause you loving the way my ollie got pop

No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot

And listen to the class professor/

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

'cuz after i drink a bottle, wave my flag and surrender

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