This is a song about "Loving your bestmates"

I need a backyard full court size

A girl like her, makes a sweet, loving wife.

I wish you luck and if you need me, call

The all loving immaculate master of all,

Let's take another trip, different continents we touching

I distributed the dick with infinite loving

Like loving your job and what you do there and one day just getting canned.

Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with a mic in my hand

Rest in peace in my loving memory

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Cause you loving the way my ollie got pop

Then all i really want is for her to get on top

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

My nigga banks just be ready for whatever

For a brick or two, really put an end to you

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