This is a song about "Summer sea palms"

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

I was lost in my thoughts like drifting out to sea

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Her breasts were pressed against my wry palms

Blood on my palms, it haunts me

She going to borrow some money

Bruce lee kicking tidal waves at sea

And i'll tell you, baby, it was easy

Like hoes down in magic city

Bruce lee kicking tidal waves at sea

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

There's a lot of religions like fish in the sea

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

My palms sweaty, the mic's slippin thru cemeteries