This is a song about "Palms"

As his blood dripped and stained on my palms

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Always had my palms itchin time to get it

I’m tryna have them lips sync, milli vanilli shit

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

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

Keeps me chilling perfectly relaxation with some palms trees

They dubaleing to me. bawo ni to my ladies

Blood on my palms, it haunts me

Cause you love me, call me daddy

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

My palms sweaty, the mic's slippin thru cemeteries

Blood on my palms, it haunts me

And now that i’m getting money

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense