This is a song about "Sweaty"

Brows grow sweaty but every petty

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Switch swag on you little dick fags

Temtation makes you sweaty like wax

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

At stores they feed into me gettin all sweaty and nervous

My palms sweaty, the mic's slippin thru cemeteries

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

Don't you lie, don't blow my buzz

Palms are sweaty, i'm nervous.

Her epidermis urgently sweaty like she was nervous

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

You ain't ready, i can tell cuz your hands sweaty/

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

I'm hot, and ready you better be sweaty,

I just want somebody i can see