This is a song about "Palms"

Bait baby, wait baby

Blood on my palms, it haunts me

Heard the sound of several gun shots

I got nice hands nigga eat out my palms

Eat a dick nigga, bitch

Back to the money my palms itch

Always had my palms itchin time to get it

I’m blessed it, cross-sign baptism west shit

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

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Palms sweating and heading to crack keys

You pussies ain't shit but venereal disease

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

As his blood dripped and stained on my palms

Her breasts were pressed against my wry palms

Can't see his son shine like the four tops