This is a song about "Sweaty hog"

I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore i leave

My palms sweaty, the mic's slippin thru cemeteries

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

Palms are sweaty, i'm nervous.

See boy she been in love

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

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Surrounded by the thirst driven sweaty messes blocking the door

I still got your letters laying in my dresser drawer

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

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

Im hot, and ready u better be sweaty,

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Her epidermis urgently sweaty like she was nervous