This is a song about "Sweaty hog cock"

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

At stores they feed into me gettin all sweaty and nervous

Bitches licking on my cock

Would they mind? umm, well, of course not

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Brows grow sweaty but every petty

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

My palms sweaty, the mic's slippin thru cemeteries

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

Profile, damn i'm digging your style, we can start slow now

The door to the world, and the box to my cock

We charging you niggas up you like it or not

Caught george with a hand on his cock

He say, she say." oh my god

Want the title but im always fighting under card

Rebellion and defiance makes my muthafuckin' cock hard