This is a song about "His hugs"

Shitting his stock of cash out his ass

See her man face-to-face through the glass

Fuck 2dopeboyz, all them niggas bitches

Who shot his best friend for calling the cops his

Took his head n' beckoned his mind

Doggy, i'm from the land of grind

Benjamins dipped in stripper love no kiss or hugs

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

And the hugs from behind

I got a lot on my mind

Uh, this what's been on my mind

His thoughts disorganized

His conscience can take him to his grave

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

His only escape for his fuckin pops split,

Guess you niggas wasn't listening, homeroom shit