This is a song about "My palms are sweat"

Do you think i'm crazy

Blood on my palms, it haunts me

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

I ain't had a woman in years, and my palms are too hairy to hide (whoops!)

My bitches are wet my bitches are hot

Shit don't stopcuz i can make that ass drop

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

The mic is now in my palms would you like me to drop bombs

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

Under pressure no sweat, my pores are shut

Heard the sound of several gun shots

As his blood dripped and stained on my palms

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

My palms sweaty, the mic's slippin thru cemeteries

Trigger being pulled, niggers in a ditch

Back to the money my palms itch