This is a song about "Palm trees"

It's in the palm of your hand now baby

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

Our hero lies innocent, underneath the shady trees/

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

We can leave before midnight for sure

Taking krakkens down the size of sequoia trees

Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies

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

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

Y'all know that nigga in the movies

She spends money like it grows on trees/

Taking krakkens down the size of sequoia trees

And danced around the house in all-over print panties