This is a song about "Sweaty butch racks"

Palms are sweaty, i'm nervous.

Always knew where the pot was

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

At stores they feed into me gettin all sweaty and nervous

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

God damn pull out my racks

You killing all these jacks?your from the racks

Double-m g up, we up, y'all just relax

Hopefully they see the talent i carry just like jimmy

So pass the weed, i'll rob the game up like butch cassidy,

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

I came ova yo house, yo momma got racks what's good?

African queen got what you need

I stack racks fat you haters pockets petite.

He just get her bigger bags

Temtation makes you sweaty like wax