This is a song about "Sweaty balls"

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Surrounded by the thirst driven sweaty messes blocking the door

His nuts so big, bitch he sitting on his balls

Flyer than the rest of ‘em, i hold the beat to reinforce

Your balls cry during bug life

Then put it into sex drive

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Brows grow sweaty but every petty

Temtation makes you sweaty like wax

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

My palms sweaty, the mic's slippin thru cemeteries

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

My balls get lubed in oil

My rapping made you soil