This is a song about "Sweaty sketty girls"

Young nigga with old spirit and ambition

Powerpuff girls and invader zim

My kicks like my chick, i don’t need to know the numbers

Cassidy your different from other girls

Girls, traffic and some things tragic

If it's right tonight, i might bite that

Brows grow sweaty but every petty

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

They're tryin to say that i don't care

Bruh, i see, girls everywhere

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

Her epidermis urgently sweaty like she was nervous

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

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

My palms sweaty, the mic's slippin thru cemeteries

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice