This is a song about "His hugs"

Ultimately his decision,

I am not the only one

His hearts throbbing, he's got his mom in his thoughts

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

Shitting his stock of cash out his ass

Rolling while im blowing this stash

Praised his homie for his quick handedness

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

On his dying wish, his grave, his name, they set his astray house aflame,

Murder his family

We're living in a fantasy

Pull his hat off hijack his sled

Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

Using his music to steer it, sharing his views and his merits