This is a song about "Palm springs"

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

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

I'm falling victim to a revolutionary song

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

Whether watching for the feds or avoiding the grim reaper

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

Make my jollof with lots of pepper

Foam game shitting on irish springs and lever

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

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

When it is in my palm its fine

Fight for what broad, these hoes ain't mine

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

And bring wiz khalifa cause the green look pure

Height of my lean, tall as a palm tree

They say i talk like im god body