This is a song about "My palms are sweat"

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads

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

As i wipe the sweat off my brow,

You owe me, homie have that now

My raps are good, yours are bad..

So i'm one with that

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

I got nice hands nigga eat out my palms

My palms sweaty, the mic's slippin thru cemeteries

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

As his blood dripped and stained on my palms