This is a song about "Sweat shops"

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

Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread

Burst through the seams without breaking a sweat,

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

Wic, goodwill, salvation army, thrift shops, and powdered milk,

Tryna get inside your mind without that night shift

Your stupid ass, corny lines trying to fill my head

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

You an amateur, they wanna pro to call

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

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

Drop mics, mad sweat condensation

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

Under pressure no sweat, my pores are shut