This is a song about "Sweaty palms"

My life, screw it with a drunk bitch

Back to the money my palms itch

But five years from now i bet she see

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

Her breasts were pressed against my wry palms

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

That'll do anything that i please

Palms sweating and heading to crack keys

I got nice hands nigga eat out my palms

Heard the sound of several gun shots

Always had my palms itchin time to get it

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Don’t you be holding back, your love

Palms are sweaty, i'm nervous.