This is a song about "Palm springs"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

It's in the palm of your hand now baby

Flexin' hard nigga all the time

When it is in my palm its fine

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

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

For real, you need to go away just like the rain song

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

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

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

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

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

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

With no remorseyou get blasted full forcea nike endorsement doin' shootings on a horse

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