This is a song about "Loving your bestmates"

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

Craves a loving family, a dad happily married,

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

Or as your loyal and loving pet

She going to borrow some money

They fucking me and loving me

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

If you ain't wearing no color, can't nobody say nothing

Loving you is clouding my head

Dutty wine for access, show me your neck

That your buying and there loving it,

The dead society of a poet

And victory tastes sweet, even when the enemy can throw salt

So she loving me, got a house up vagas,(where it ought