This is a song about "Earl sweat"

Wearin' twelve sweatshirts, like earl,

I can tell you want to go girl

I may sweat till i bleed everyday

As: i forgot it’s mother’s day

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

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

Got me rushed to the station

Drop mics, mad sweat condensation

This is like love, that you can never get

Gotta work now,sweat,and hustle for the bread

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

My forehead drenched in sweat, i turn the tides

I'll be the thunder, shake the whole bed

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

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

Power to make you sweat from pores