This is a song about "My palms are sweat"

About the way i'm feeling

The sweet sweat he's breathing,

My palms sweaty, the mic's slippin thru cemeteries

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads

Like hoes down in magic city

Blood on my palms, it haunts me

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut,

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

I dont sweat the hate, my sickness is ridiculous

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

Always had my palms itchin time to get it

No famous name vouch and i'm still the shit