This is a song about "Loving yoy"

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Like animals rutting, loving, lusting, fucking,

Or as your loyal and loving pet

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

With her mind, i'm loving her and that's that

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Rest in peace in my loving memory

Craves a loving family, a dad happily married,

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

The angels sing and i feel like thats my roll call

The all loving immaculate master of all,

Loving you is my pleasure

So i'm writing you this letter