This is a song about "Sweaty palms"

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Blood on my palms, it haunts me

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

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

She's tryna fall back, cuz she say i'm all that

Always had my palms itchin time to get it

I got nice hands nigga eat out my palms

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Back to the money my palms itch

Quick, cause working in a drought is a bitch

With canons hanging from our necks like it's a mothafuckin' circus

Her epidermis urgently sweaty like she was nervous

My kick game be making fifa envy

Brows grow sweaty but every petty

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!)