This is a song about "My palms are sweat"

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

Entrance no charge cause we late to the club

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

So while the world goes drake crazy

Blood on my palms, it haunts me

My forehead drenched in sweat, i turn the tides

For being jealous of a brother when he rides

Palms are sweaty, i'm nervous.

See boy she been in love

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Blood on my palms, it haunts me

C’mon and let’s chill baby