This is a song about "My palms are sweat"

My other capo in this big-ass.. conglomerate called death row

In tongues my heart racing sweat dropping from my heated up skin i would go

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

Under pressure no sweat, my pores are shut

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

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

My palms sweaty, the mic's slippin thru cemeteries

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

She don’t give her nigga head

But i won't break a sweat.

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

I dont sweat the hate, my sickness is ridiculous

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

They're my bombs that are in your palms that are evil when you need

Heard the sound of several gun shots

Got these amateurs eatin out of my palms