This is a song about "Loving your boyfrie"

I never change, i'm like a corpse in a coffin, six feet shit's deep

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

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

She don't really care about anyone advice

You passed out, bitch you ain't even listening

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

Even now i keep a frown when i come arounddon't ask me about tha past

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

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

I distributed the dick with infinite loving

So i'll probably end up working at mcdonalds, spittin' this rage,

Looking in the mirror and loving this revolutionary change,

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

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

Cause you loving the way my ollie got pop