This is a song about "Kiss or hug"

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Where you feel most at home never can be alone chilling with a blunts hug

Now bitches hug me tight like seat belts when they fastened

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust

Bitches taking turns just like a cypher for a hug & kiss

I'm feeling like the realest little nigga in this business

Classless niggas ask me if they give a fuck

I'm ill when i spit and killin' with grip, no bitch hug

And you ride with this

Who hasn't even got a kiss

Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this

Tried to spit so fast, but instead he blowed a kiss

Benjamins dipped in stripper love no kiss or hugs

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux