This is a song about "My palms are sweat"

My palms sweaty, the mic's slippin thru cemeteries

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

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!)

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Drop mics, mad sweat condensation

We're young and we don't give a fuck

Under pressure no sweat, my pores are shut

On they car note to go to the club

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

Always had my palms itchin time to get it

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

As i wipe the sweat off my brow,

Call me a clown but a week from now

Blood on my palms, it haunts me

Cause some of you bitches funny