This is a song about "Sweaty palms"

Always had my palms itchin time to get it

Still kill the pussy, put the cat in a casket

Temtation makes you sweaty like wax

But i’m praying in advance

Back to the money my palms itch

Eat a dick nigga, bitch

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

Keeps me chilling perfectly relaxation with some palms trees

Blood on my palms, it haunts me

It's no longer a new jack city

Her epidermis urgently sweaty like she was nervous

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

At stores they feed into me gettin all sweaty and nervous

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

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat