This is a song about "Sweat"

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

But i won't break a sweat.

I may sweat till i bleed everyday

And truthfully girl you really make my day

Neck drenched in sweat, he represents the present tense/

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Drop mics, mad sweat condensation

Got me rushed to the station

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

Ammunition in graceshh, move without a sound

Eat you pests call me insectivore sweat out your pores

They rap they're ass off and don't nobody like their songs

Sweat from their pores, foam from the mouth and nose

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Usually defecation, now i'm pissing in your ear

After the blood, the sweat, the tears, i dedicate this right here