This is a song about "Sweaty hands"

Hands so slender, correction she's my

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

Ur strength slipping from both hands/

In the t.dot i'm a soldier with ranks

My palms sweaty, the mic's slippin thru cemeteries

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

I welcome with my hands,

Shaking hands, just my hands are shaking 'cause i dance with satan,

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

Her epidermis urgently sweaty like she was nervous

We getting money, you can face the facts

Wash the blood of your fucking hands

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

I'm hot, and ready you better be sweaty,