This is a song about "Ryan hugs"

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

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

My drive is like no one

Down the ryan, in a scion

So she never fought, nor sought hugs

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

Whats up, my name is ryan,

Flyer than the rest of them

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

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

That happen to act like a black president

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

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

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks