This is a song about "Hugs and kisses"

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

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck

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

Guess when i knew the verdict

Stead of kisses, we get kicked,

Yeah come holla at your uncle

And inhospitable,

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

These witches churned, yearned and returned kisses.

My car kisses police who jump in front of cars willingly.

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

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

The best in my position, i’m passionate with lyrics

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse