This is a song about "Hershey kisses"

Stead of kisses, we get kicked,

And you could find interest

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Im not superstitious but the witches kisses caught me like fishes

How they stand there, cuffed up, patient

Stead of kisses, we get kicked,

These witches churned, yearned and returned kisses.

Rub the wood and ima show em love

Always knew where the pot was

Im sorry no kisses

She need now, she ain't never needed love

I always wake up to kisses,