This is a song about "Palm"

It's in the palm of your hand now baby

Let me rideuntil i get free

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

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

We can leave before midnight for sure

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

I got plans for you look in the sky baby

Height of my lean, tall as a palm tree

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

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

Life of a don, sean don, sippin never had a palm reader

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

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

Conversations on the phone til the break of dawn

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

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