This is a song about "Dick sweat"

Power to make you sweat from pores

They left the keys to the brand new porsche

They on my ass like a center make them take a hike

With blood, sweat, or tears, that's the shit i don't like

Slippery though so watch your step, i can see your sweat,

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Suddenly i see a structure of some sort... blood and sweat drips...

Got me rushed to the station

Drop mics, mad sweat condensation

The teacher finally got to me and i started to sweat

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

Neck drenched in sweat, he represents the present tense/

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

That whatever it creates it will land in the head

I toss and turn at night in a pool of sweat