This is a song about "Palm springs"

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

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

It's in the palm of your hand now baby

When it is in my palm its fine

My gold rollie tell time

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

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Into the hills of goldand peace to this young warrior

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

They gotta point em out baby

Height of my lean, tall as a palm tree

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

Tho' memories fadei got your name tated on my arm

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

I'm forever dope, you can check your schedule