This is a song about "Sweaty"

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Brows grow sweaty but every petty

Palms are sweaty, i'm nervous.

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

Her epidermis urgently sweaty like she was nervous

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

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

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

Surrounded by the thirst driven sweaty messes blocking the door

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

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

My palms sweaty, the mic's slippin thru cemeteries

In my own class, bitch i got them cold raps

Temtation makes you sweaty like wax