This is a song about "Sweaty cunts"

Im hot, and ready u better be sweaty,

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

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

Her epidermis urgently sweaty like she was nervous

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

At stores they feed into me gettin all sweaty and nervous

No days off and i ain't gettin’ sleep

They cunts think that we are weak

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Like an erection on these weak cunts my bars hit heavy

C is for crazy cunts critizing crap, no lie

Man that eats me alive, roll the leaf and get high

I'm the king of england and you cunts have been told

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

My palms sweaty, the mic's slippin thru cemeteries

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze