This is a song about "Sweaty cunts"

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

At stores they feed into me gettin all sweaty and nervous

Now those cunts in prison gave me the fucking clap

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat

Im hot, and ready u better be sweaty,

But five years from now i bet she see

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Brows grow sweaty but every petty

Temtation makes you sweaty like wax

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

My palms sweaty, the mic's slippin thru cemeteries

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

C is for crazy cunts critizing crap, no lie

My city, growl with me, hootie hoo'ing through the night sky