This is a song about "His hugs"

His only escape for his fuckin pops split,

I put that nigga in his casket

Selling my assets, i'm so damn illegal that i need to be arrest

Although his lyrics are shit his shaking his head saying ya i am the best

Shitting his stock of cash out his ass

You after me, huh? i'm after cash

Down in miami, with a super ho team

Phone in his hand, coffee in his spleen.

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

True thugs, guzzle mugs, jugs, mean mugs, no hugs,

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

I spit murder, every bar is a crime