This is a song about "Palm springs"

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

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

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

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

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

Let me mine you until your vagina is wet enough and fill your mind with pleasant thoughts

Three of my boys i failed to protect , one word springs to mind , man kind , calls

Foam game shitting on irish springs and lever

My nigga kato, ready for whatever

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

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

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

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

We might be back in this baby

Height of my lean, tall as a palm tree