This is a song about "Sweaty hog"

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

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

My palms sweaty, the mic's slippin thru cemeteries

Said "i know you wanna change the world but for the night please

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

Temtation makes you sweaty like wax

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

I'm hot, and ready you better be sweaty,

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

At stores they feed into me gettin all sweaty and nervous

Maybe i'm on lust well you deserve love

Palms are sweaty, i'm nervous.

Her epidermis urgently sweaty like she was nervous

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store

Surrounded by the thirst driven sweaty messes blocking the door