This is a song about "Hugs"

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

I'm on my grind

And the hugs from behind

So she never fought, nor sought hugs

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

Benjamins dipped in stripper love no kiss or hugs

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

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

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

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux