This is a song about "Ben the sweaty"

At stores they feed into me gettin all sweaty and nervous

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

Brows grow sweaty but every petty

I just want somebody i can see

Her epidermis urgently sweaty like she was nervous

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

You ain't ready, i can tell cuz your hands sweaty/

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

In the back of the crown v, its me, ben, and speedy

I ain't looking in her eyes but her face

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave