This is a song about "Palms"

Always had my palms itchin time to get it

That's g shit, i be bumping fiend shit

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

So creepy famous that it's harder to outcast n haters crushed in palms blunted sin in tag hashes

They dubaleing to me. bawo ni to my ladies

Keeps me chilling perfectly relaxation with some palms trees

I got nice hands nigga eat out my palms

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Back to the money my palms itch

And that's why they called you bitch

I ain't had a woman in years, and my palms are too hairy to hide (whoops!)

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

They're my bombs that are in your palms that are evil when you need

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

We got money to go get baby

Blood on my palms, it haunts me