This is a song about "Sweaty"

Niggas talk with limited service

Palms are sweaty, i'm nervous.

At stores they feed into me gettin all sweaty and nervous

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease

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

Her epidermis urgently sweaty like she was nervous

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

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

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

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Im hot, and ready u better be sweaty,

Surrounded by the thirst driven sweaty messes blocking the door

And wonder why i ain't ever caught that feeling before