This is a song about "Hugs"

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

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

It'll blow ya mind

And the hugs from behind

Benjamins dipped in stripper love no kiss or hugs

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

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

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

So she never fought, nor sought 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