This is a song about "Palm"

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

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

She take two man one time

When it is in my palm its fine

It's in the palm of your hand now baby

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Haters must be starving nowadays i make california vietnam

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

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

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

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

Send him the voicemail cause we all the way gone

So gon' and be my dealer baby

Height of my lean, tall as a palm tree

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