This is a song about "My palms are sweat"

My bitches are wet my bitches are hot

Motivation from nipsey or glasses, jay rock

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

Run through the puddles, playin' in the mud

Drop mics, mad sweat condensation

So if it comes down, may the best man win

But i won't break a sweat.

Woo-hah, got you all in check

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

I dont sweat the hate, my sickness is ridiculous

Lights bulbs when wearin' that wig, flyin' kites

My forehead drenched in sweat, i turn the tides

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

Under pressure no sweat, my pores are shut

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads