This is a song about "My palms are sweat"

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads

Blood on my palms, it haunts me

Looking at your money

The sweet sweat he's breathing,

Don't want to be the king

You ask me who i'm stroking now

As i wipe the sweat off my brow,

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

Blood on my palms, it haunts me

Chillin' with homies and family

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

Listen to your friend get another man for a minute then repeat