This is a song about "Palms"

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

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

Back to the money my palms itch

Yeah, we get this cabbage

Her breasts were pressed against my wry palms

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

I got nice hands nigga eat out my palms

A wife on the runfull of common bluntsunconditionally married

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

Took my heart away from money

Blood on my palms, it haunts me

Palms are sweaty, i'm nervous.

I think found where your mind was