This is a song about "Palms"

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

I got nice hands nigga eat out my palms

Blood on my palms, it haunts me

So while the world goes drake crazy

Keeps me chilling perfectly relaxation with some palms trees

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

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

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

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

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads

Palms are sweaty, i'm nervous.

Always knew where the pot was

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads