This is a song about "Sweaty palms"

I drop the cash, pop bands then pop tags

Temtation makes you sweaty like wax

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Im hot, and ready u better be sweaty,

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

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

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

I'm trying to make a profit out of living in this sini'm in the dark getting buzzed, looking for some love

Or know them testament verses

Palms are sweaty, i'm nervous.

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

The mic is now in my palms would you like me to drop bombs

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads

Blood on my palms, it haunts me

Third ward general, young cash money