This is a song about "Earl sweat"

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Power to make you sweat from pores

As i wipe the sweat off my brow,

Call me a clown but a week from now

I dont sweat the hate, my sickness is ridiculous

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

Drop mics, mad sweat condensation

I was born to do the damn thing

The sweet sweat he's breathing,

Wearin' twelve sweatshirts, like earl,

I don’t mean to rush you girl

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse

Eat you pests call me insectivore sweat out your pores

Burst through the seams without breaking a sweat,

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