This is a song about "Me loving sam"

As kellin quinn once said wiv loving

Comme des garcons, roam like it ain't nothing

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

So i'm just making sure my verses count for something

Shit is over i'll drive over you in my rover damn, i'm the son of sam you vultures

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

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

I distributed the dick with infinite loving

See i'm fronting, get your food, keep on running

If we ain't fucking for the moment then we doin' nothing

Like animals rutting, loving, lusting, fucking,

Tko sam ja, sta si ti

Like hoes down in magic city

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

Craves a loving family, a dad happily married,