This is a song about "Sweaty sketty girls"

Spit that knowledge, and peace my girls,

So you finally got the nerve

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

Rich girls don't even look at girls that was the notion

Palms are sweaty, i'm nervous.

But i guess that shit's just tough love

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

Surrounded by the thirst driven sweaty messes blocking the door

Nigga, got a finger on the trigger, girls,

I give a girl what she want - but no dollars

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Brows grow sweaty but every petty

'cause good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught

I'm wale, the new nigga on the block

You a lady boss, now you fly free

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