This is a song about "Loving you"

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

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

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

Cause you loving the way my ollie got pop

But if she wanna roll wit me she gotta blow something

Is that all you got for loving is ya family for fucking

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

As kellin quinn once said wiv loving

Just for my sanity baby right now you need to speak

Craves a loving family, a dad happily married,

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

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

Loving you is my pleasure

I pipe in and one night her

Girl listen when you ready for good loving, instead of hood fucking

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