This is a song about "Sweaty cunts"

And now me, you can call me mr. friendly

Brows grow sweaty but every petty

Palms are sweaty, i'm nervous.

Thought this was forever love

Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that

Now those cunts in prison gave me the fucking clap

Locked in tight cause you're trying to keep this cunts buzz

But i guess i'm just gonna make this fish stew because

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Im hot, and ready u better be sweaty,

Cunts goin round wid a strap, one shot your bros gone//

But i overshine ain't no niggas over sean

Her epidermis urgently sweaty like she was nervous

With canons hanging from our necks like it's a mothafuckin' circus

At stores they feed into me gettin all sweaty and nervous

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus