This is a song about "Palm"

When it is in my palm its fine

Slow whine, my gyal, slow whine

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

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

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

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

It's in the palm of your hand now baby

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

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

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

Height of my lean, tall as a palm tree

Could i make you my baby

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

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

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

You know i spit that sick shit and there’s still no cure