This is a song about "Ryan hugs"

And i just want to hold her

Ryan spits hot fire

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

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

So she never fought, nor sought hugs

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

Money back on my mind

And the hugs from behind

Cold world no blanket son

Down the ryan, in a scion

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

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets