This is a song about "Sweaty palms"

I’m tryna be low key

Blood on my palms, it haunts me

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

Her breasts were pressed against my wry palms

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

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

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance

Temtation makes you sweaty like wax

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/

Where bad bitches with bad intentions just act friendly

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

Brows grow sweaty but every petty

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads