This is a song about "Sweaty nipple"

Brows grow sweaty but every petty

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

My palms sweaty, the mic's slippin thru cemeteries

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

I can teach you all the sounds of love

Palms are sweaty, i'm nervous.

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

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

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

Surrounded by the thirst driven sweaty messes blocking the door

They just need convincing like malcolm little

I grabbed my pocket knife and sliced off her right nipple

Maybe from my ass maybe from my third nipple,

Your two lips they smell like tulips so official

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

As i nibble on the nipple that's feeding me these symbols