This is a song about "His hugs"

Benjamins dipped in stripper love no kiss or hugs

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Praised his homie for his quick handedness

Let's have a toast for this new love

From the womb, my newborn child

Took his head n' beckoned his mind

He's an old-aged granny who cuddles and hugs kits

Or the crack that they sell to put food in their kids

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

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

His conscience can take him to his grave

Lookin' for these better days

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

His attachment, flawed till his last breath/