This is a song about "Sweaty palms"

Surrounded by the thirst driven sweaty messes blocking the door

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

Sup on my hat like that motherfucker friendly

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

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!)

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

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Keeps me chilling perfectly relaxation with some palms trees

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

At stores they feed into me gettin all sweaty and nervous

Her epidermis urgently sweaty like she was nervous

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Her breasts were pressed against my wry palms

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props