This is a song about "Snuggle"

Now this counselor is trying to tell me that i'm emo, she don't give a fuck

This funky rhythm fits so snug, dynamic funk boomin from your trunk

I begin to draw in chalk

Hoes pop from the corda to hope park

Speaking in adverbs, sleepily drinking it haphazard

And i hang with wolves cause i'm an evil bastard

Draw and write things people should never see

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

You feel it from your head to your toes

Protectors and be sure that you stand close

Shotgun in the drop made a right

Prefer cuddling to a fight

I grab my chalk and i begin to draw

New grove, still bitches don't know this a flaw

That amputate and draw blood to animate 2nd dimensions

Fucking with ricky got me working relentless in sessions