This is a song about "Loving yoy"

Loving forever no one can touch me like i got new gloves

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

We dig the plot and never bury pot

Cause you loving the way my ollie got pop

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

Face down, ass up, ain't none of my bitches planking though

They call me conscious, and i think i'm better

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

You and i spent everyday together loving each other

At least i'd be stable, yeah, slightly less popular

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

Never wanted so bad for 2pac to be alive

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

Are you comingto the point that your running

That your buying and there loving it,

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that