This is a song about "His hugs"

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

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

Who shot his best friend for calling the cops his

And i've been uplifting the people i'm with

As a child his only friends were his dog, his page and his pen

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again

So she never fought, nor sought hugs

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Here i go again, searching for love

Praised his homie for his quick handedness

I came up hungry

Murder his family

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

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

You gotta breathe and be at ease

Wears his jeans below his knees