This is a song about "Palm trees"

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

Taking krakkens down the size of sequoia trees

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

Initial place wasn't cruel so we oughta bull

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

E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees

Im drew brees the way i blow trees

Money stacked to the ceiling just as quick as it dispense

Dead trees or living trees, barbed wire or rusted fence

It's in the palm of your hand now baby

Once as a slave who imagined being free

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

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

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

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