This is a song about "My palms are sweat"

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

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

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

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

I dont sweat the hate, my sickness is ridiculous

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

Her breasts were pressed against my wry palms

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Blood on my palms, it haunts me

Cause you love me, call me daddy

But i won't break a sweat.

Nobody ain't own us yet