This is a song about "Palm"

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

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

It's in the palm of your hand now baby

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

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

Police on your mama phone, talking bout your baby gone

When it is in my palm its fine

It’s whatever, you shine, i shine

Height of my lean, tall as a palm tree

And i got a little big, keep it low key

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

Bitch i can't let goi been strugglin' too long, thuggin' too longand niggas is stealing my shit

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

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

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

And i'mma show you how the south was won