This is a song about "Sweaty fat black guy"

To beat me bring a black guy in a mexican wrestling mask

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

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

At stores they feed into me gettin all sweaty and nervous

A black guy in a suit, i could tell he was obama

She say this shit for college, i told her drop her a prada

Did you meet another guy

She tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

My palms sweaty, the mic's slippin thru cemeteries

Give it back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees

Yo, i'll bet she be back

Top dropped down, black on black

Every other guy

Busting off, tryna touch the sky

Cars are passing by, guy

And now we high