This is a song about "Sweaty hog"

Palms are sweaty, i'm nervous.

She can make a pimp fall in love

Im hot, and ready u better be sweaty,

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

My palms sweaty, the mic's slippin thru cemeteries

You ain't ready, i can tell cuz your hands sweaty/

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Yesterday my dog died, i hog tied a ho, tied her in a bow

I’m so foulx-rayin' every girl blouseforgive me, i’m back calm now

At stores they feed into me gettin all sweaty and nervous

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

Her epidermis urgently sweaty like she was nervous

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

Searching for fortune and famethe one thing we all adore

Surrounded by the thirst driven sweaty messes blocking the door