This is a song about "Sweat"

My forehead drenched in sweat, i turn the tides

Lights bulbs when wearin' that wig, flyin' kites

To see you smile, every sweat drop to the ground,

Baby doll, check it out: i get around

Phone calls from my niggas on the, other side

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

Cause he wouldn't give anybody a fuck and would bleed sweat

Sad but its true, but i ain't on ya level yet

Under pressure no sweat, my pores are shut

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call

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

Why? cause i really didn’t wanna get my shit wet

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

As i wipe the sweat off my brow,

Even if i ever leave now