This is a song about "Ryan 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

So check the verse miss. i ain't say i'm perfect

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

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Benjamins dipped in stripper love no kiss or hugs

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

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Eh yo ryan, this ones is for you

Raised by a momma who, who

Just to let you know, you are

Ryan spits hot fire

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

So she never fought, nor sought hugs