This is a song about "Sweat from my ballz"

The teacher finally got to me and i started to sweat

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread

Burst through the seams without breaking a sweat,

Got me rushed to the station

Drop mics, mad sweat condensation

Just remember us from time to time when you drop them lines

Now i know my wrongs from my rights, days from my nights

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them

Inhalation my face is numb from

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Slippery though so watch your step, i can see your sweat,

Straight from my bombers bay

Hit you from a block away