This is a song about "Dick sweat"

Gotta work now,sweat,and hustle for the bread

I don't know what ya'll heard, but hip hop ain't dead

Like they always say, blood, sweat and tears

After lebron, i'm what's next

Sweat from their pores, foam from the mouth and nose

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

Gotta work now,sweat,and hustle for the bread

My forehead drenched in sweat, i turn the tides

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

Me and you in extasydon't be upset

I toss and turn at night in a pool of sweat

I dont sweat the hate, my sickness is ridiculous

Now momma told me be careful who you love

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

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits