This is a song about "Loving you like no other"

Lay back, i got some money to make, motherfucker

You and i spent everyday together loving each other

Because you there's no other way

Then some lady named billie holiday

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

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

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

You other bitches is fake, just like baloney,

Pictures of me in my final stage you know mama cried

If loving you is wrong, than i dont want to be right.

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

In other words it's over ain't no way you niggas coming back

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

Loving life for now, believe it's all that you had ever planned.

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head

Im like no other rapper that you've met.