This is a song about "Palms"

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!)

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

When you fly as a bitch

Back to the money my palms itch

Blood on my palms, it haunts me

We ain't hear to hurt nobody

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

My palms sweaty, the mic's slippin thru cemeteries

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

As his blood dripped and stained on my palms

Bitch got all them booty shots