This is a song about "His hugs"

Niggas dumb to be braggin bout that stupid shit

His only escape for his fuckin pops split,

Who was just there for the grub, the subs, the hugs n to be called a thug

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

Praised his homie for his quick handedness

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

Took his head n' beckoned his mind

From the womb, my newborn child

Murder his family

And now that i’m getting money