This is a song about "Palms"

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

Palms sweating and heading to crack keys

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

Blood on my palms, it haunts me

Take your time when you’re with me baby

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

My palms sweaty, the mic's slippin thru cemeteries

Got these amateurs eatin out of my palms

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Blood on my palms, it haunts me

Now i can draw your face up pretty

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

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

As his blood dripped and stained on my palms

Watching for hollow-tip shots