This is a song about "Sweaty palms"

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Brows grow sweaty but every petty

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

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

I ain't had a woman in years, and my palms are too hairy to hide (whoops!)

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

I got nice hands nigga eat out my palms

You ain't ready, i can tell cuz your hands sweaty/

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

So creepy famous that it's harder to outcast n haters crushed in palms blunted sin in tag hashes

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

Her epidermis urgently sweaty like she was nervous

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Im hot, and ready u better be sweaty,