This is a song about "Sweaty nipple"

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

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

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

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols

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

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

At stores they feed into me gettin all sweaty and nervous

Maybe from my ass maybe from my third nipple,

To make karma come faster than she normally will

I grabbed my pocket knife and sliced off her right nipple

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Surrounded by the thirst driven sweaty messes blocking the door

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

My palms sweaty, the mic's slippin thru cemeteries

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys