This is a song about "Palm springs"

When it is in my palm its fine

You better get yours fore i reach mine

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

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

James bond, tom ford outta haute couture

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

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

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

The gang-banging and violence, is the sweetest song

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

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

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

It's in the palm of your hand now baby

And the ladies, they lay me, they crazy

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

And i'mma show you how the south was won