This is a song about "Hugs and kisses"

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

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

And inhospitable,

As i light one for ill will

I practiced till that shit made perfect

Stead of kisses, we get kicked,

Seven, what's religion nigga? i am legend

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

Social conditioning and

Their sayin on my mind

And the hugs from behind

So she never fought, nor sought hugs

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

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