This is a song about "Palm"

He's tensed up all white with a note in his palm

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

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,

James bond, tom ford outta haute couture

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

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

Life of a don, sean don, sippin never had a palm reader

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

It's in the palm of your hand now baby

When it is in my palm its fine

Ye' and killa cam', the world is mine

She told me that the radio's been playing the same song all day long

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

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

Always in the summer, man, pearl in my palm protecting like it's my life