This is a song about "Made sweat"

Drawers by bad broads whenever the curtains call

Let's sweat out this alcohol, bet i'm about to ball

Neck drenched in sweat, he represents the present tense/

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

I dont sweat the hate, my sickness is ridiculous

Holla out my set

But i won't break a sweat.

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

Eat you pests call me insectivore sweat out your pores

My crewsurvive reincarnation after i’m dead

Gotta work now,sweat,and hustle for the bread

I don't know what happened next but i began to sweat.

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

Black fours red drop head doors

Power to make you sweat from pores