This is a song about "Sweaty cocks"

When i overheard some cocks talking bout my moms

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

But he's bullied, bullies is what you cocks are,

Wreck these thangs, have em looking like halle berry's car

My palms sweaty, the mic's slippin thru cemeteries

Ain't tryin to be your god, just want to live my dreams

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

Yall wanna keep yalls guns hot, yall can suck on some cold cocks

Pushing my way to the top but this time it feel different

Cause you are. you must be a slave that what you are that sucks on cocks and

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Ill be getting the pussy, while youre suckin cocks

Go to s c take on the game cocks

I let you know you dealing with dogs

That has lots of experience about cocks

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops