This is a song about "Sweaty men"

Mommy all on me cause i'm touching her belly

Brows grow sweaty but every petty

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

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

I still got your letters laying in my dresser drawer

Surrounded by the thirst driven sweaty messes blocking the door

They'll never become better men

I’m effervescent, just ask them

I hope you studied because he's testing your faith again

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

I had never fit in with the men.

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

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

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

My palms sweaty, the mic's slippin thru cemeteries