This is a song about "Sweaty hog"

Im hot, and ready u better be sweaty,

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

Surrounded by the thirst driven sweaty messes blocking the door

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Her epidermis urgently sweaty like she was nervous

At stores they feed into me gettin all sweaty and nervous

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

My palms sweaty, the mic's slippin thru cemeteries

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats

Temtation makes you sweaty like wax

Hustlin' to keep from gettin' buriedbut now i gotta move away now

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

Palms are sweaty, i'm nervous.

A lovely outer surface