This is a song about "Palms"

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Got these amateurs eatin out of my palms

Her breasts were pressed against my wry palms

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Keeps me chilling perfectly relaxation with some palms trees

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads

Blood on my palms, it haunts me

Yeah, it's all natural baby

All we need is convienient love

Palms are sweaty, i'm nervous.

I got nice hands nigga eat out my palms

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

Blood on my palms, it haunts me

While i'm making history