This is a song about "Sweaty hog"

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

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

A lovely outer surface

Palms are sweaty, i'm nervous.

Look it something they can't ever see

Im hot, and ready u better be sweaty,

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

My palms sweaty, the mic's slippin thru cemeteries

Her epidermis urgently sweaty like she was nervous

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

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

Brows grow sweaty but every petty

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Surrounded by the thirst driven sweaty messes blocking the door

And wonder why i ain't ever caught that feeling before