This is a song about "Sweaty jugs"

The money trees, triple beam, the dreams of jugs,

But most times darling the sequel sucks

She can make a pimp fall in love

Palms are sweaty, i'm nervous.

Was on my grind cause times were harder than a cellar floor

Surrounded by the thirst driven sweaty messes blocking the door

At stores they feed into me gettin all sweaty and nervous

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

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

My palms sweaty, the mic's slippin thru cemeteries

Temtation makes you sweaty like wax

And all she wants is to dance

True thugs, guzzle mugs, jugs, mean mugs, no hugs,

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

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

Where bad bitches with bad intentions just act friendly