This is a song about "Sweaty nipple"

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

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

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Brows grow sweaty but every petty

Like a grown child actress flashin her nipple, a sold soul, need to sit i'm full,

This shit is an explicit advanced maneuver, your verse is nothin but manure,

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

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

We don't ever make love

Palms are sweaty, i'm nervous.

My palms sweaty, the mic's slippin thru cemeteries

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams

At stores they feed into me gettin all sweaty and nervous

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

Action packed nipple squeezin', boy colder than sniffle season.

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son