This is a song about "Sweat shops"

Im trying to see her in bed

But i won't break a sweat.

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Raps are pawn shops, on top non-stop like shady,

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

Open vagina: put ya legs behind ya head

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

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

Drop mics, mad sweat condensation

They can't break my concentration

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

Or will they kill me while i'm sleepin, two to the head

Corner shops or restaurants, these were the only stuff they could do

Avenue that avenue i'm doing more than just passing through

- or i'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head

The teacher finally got to me and i started to sweat