This is a song about "Sweaty men"

I had never fit in with the men.

And it rules everything around them

I'm breathing for a purpose

Palms are sweaty, i'm nervous.

Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high

Cause men lie, women lie

Rich white and black white-washed men/

9 times outta ten

Her epidermis urgently sweaty like she was nervous

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Ain’t seen ya since the 12th grade, even back then

I'm raymond for rap when it's raining men

Im hot, and ready u better be sweaty,

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

Rotten bodies piled up, goners or followers men