This is a song about "Sweaty toe nails and fanny fluff"

My ambition to blow

Crossing bitches like tick tack toe

Ain't no way you breakin' me kid, i'm harder than nails

See i be kicking my raps good, with or without sales

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Brows grow sweaty but every petty

Her epidermis urgently sweaty like she was nervous

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Palms are sweaty, i'm nervous.

Probably be dirt rich and worthless

Spittin' hard than hammer and nails,

Pull up on these 26’s, i’m a vanity slave

At stores they feed into me gettin all sweaty and nervous

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

My palms sweaty, the mic's slippin thru cemeteries