This is a song about "Palm"

When it is in my palm its fine

Probably wave goodbye at the same time

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

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

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

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

I leave this and hope god see my heart is pure

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

Height of my lean, tall as a palm tree

It's in the palm of your hand now baby

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

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

Harder than my dick when taylor swift is in my basement

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

Haters must be starving nowadays i make california vietnam