This is a song about "Palms"

Sb nike's, with the grey box

As his blood dripped and stained on my palms

Blood on my palms, it haunts me

That's why i'm makin' money

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

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

I got nice hands nigga eat out my palms

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads

So creepy famous that it's harder to outcast n haters crushed in palms blunted sin in tag hashes

I'm trying to make a profit out of living in this sini'm in the dark getting buzzed, looking for some love

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Got these amateurs eatin out of my palms

Chillin' with homies and family

Blood on my palms, it haunts me