This is a song about "Sweaty hands"

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Her epidermis urgently sweaty like she was nervous

Now put dem hands up hands up when i'm brandishing a weapon,

Beat it up and leave faster than the rocket engine

Brows grow sweaty but every petty

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

My palms sweaty, the mic's slippin thru cemeteries

Until my flesh hardened so pardon

Remove their hands, they got none

And fuck the radio for tellin' me to snap jam

Joseline hernandez, watch them hands, man

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

You will join, into destiny's hands

Got my head in my hands.

I'm popping rubber bands