This is a song about "Sweaty"

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

Temtation makes you sweaty like wax

Look it something they can't ever see

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

Palms are sweaty, i'm nervous.

A lovely outer surface

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

Brows grow sweaty but every petty

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

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Im hot, and ready u better be sweaty,

God mc oh my god you gotta see

With canons hanging from our necks like it's a mothafuckin' circus

Her epidermis urgently sweaty like she was nervous

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

At stores they feed into me gettin all sweaty and nervous