This is a song about "Palms"

The mic is now in my palms would you like me to drop bombs

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

Dc, man over money

Blood on my palms, it haunts me

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

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

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

Always had my palms itchin time to get it

And i ride for any nigga who believe in the shit

I got nice hands nigga eat out my palms

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

Palms are sweaty, i'm nervous.

Don’t you be holding back, your love

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense