This is a song about "Sweating"

He say, she say, oh my god

Getting shot yeah sweating plot

Sweating in my sleep dreams of losing what i keep

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

Got tired of running from the police

Palms sweating and heading to crack keys

I'd start sweating profusely

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

They taking control you wake up sweating, cold, lack heavens mold

Now i'm sweating back at trolly but who've guessed this best dressed/

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

Pardon me if i'm sweating you but

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

Well, tyler, hi, i'm dr. tc, and um, i'm guessing

Seeing her charmed tresses'd make me dream 'n' start #sweating