This is a song about "Hugs"

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

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

Yeah, look here thorunnin wild

And the hugs from behind

But most times darling the sequel sucks

So she never fought, nor sought hugs

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

Benjamins dipped in stripper love no kiss or hugs

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

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

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

Stack up your funds like a million bucks