This is a song about "Hugs and kisses"

If you feel it, it must be real just

Stead of kisses, we get kicked,

Knees dug deep into the pavement

And remember what i said and

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

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Young, handsome and focused

Stead of kisses, we get kicked,

And inhospitable,

Lady at the frank stand will

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

So she never fought, nor sought hugs

Good kids make bad grown ups

Quick kisses with the sadistic aftermath

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas