This is a song about "Palms"

We can make more, make babies

Palms sweating and heading to crack keys

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

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

Back to the money my palms itch

My life, screw it with a drunk bitch

Got these amateurs eatin out of my palms

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

I got nice hands nigga eat out my palms

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

Blood on my palms, it haunts me

My slight fo's just talk dirty

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

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush