This is a song about "Palm"

It's in the palm of your hand now baby

It's a chordaroy life that i'm living hazy

Niggas will find a way to tweak it till the art's gone

I'll shoot those lyrics out your palm, never been doubted wrong,

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

For every time they see you in the hallway and they slap your palm,

You know i spit that sick shit and there’s still no cure

Riding through palm beach, damn this is a harsh tour.

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

Yeah, i've got you right in my palm with a grip that's stronger than a tiger's grip,

Ya’ll gonna suffer flood if i spit on my palm

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

Cause you love me, call me daddy

Height of my lean, tall as a palm tree

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck

You can never knit the rhymes like me try and get your palm cut