This is a song about "Hugs and kisses"

Dc star, a pg legend

Grab the scissors and saws and

If you feel it, it must be real just

Stead of kisses, we get kicked,

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

And remember what i said and

I’m trifling, damn right ignorant

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

I'm driving a unicorn, and she blowing me kisses

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant

Social conditioning and

Put the purp in the blunt

Stead of kisses, we get kicked,

I practiced till that shit made perfect