This is a song about "Ball sweat"

Fuck a line, get in now

As i wipe the sweat off my brow,

The sweet sweat he's breathing,

About the way i'm feeling

But i won't break a sweat.

God bless the dead

From the bench to the ball

And we can't fall

Like they always say, blood, sweat and tears

Double mg, we millionaires

You chris, i rock

Imma ball till i drop

Don's body will wreck from drops of the soggiest sweat

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

Staring at the crystal ball

Mirror mirror on the wall