This is a song about "Ryan hugs"

Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck

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

You can search but you'll never find

And the hugs from behind

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Benjamins dipped in stripper love no kiss or hugs

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

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

Cuz it's k-man, ryan and the bars we got left

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

Can’t you see just how long my run

Whats up, my name is ryan,

I pipe in and one night her

Ryan spits hot fire

Down the ryan, in a scion

I pop one, you pop one