This is a song about "Sweaty palms"

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

Sup on my hat like that motherfucker friendly

Blood on my palms, it haunts me

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Brows grow sweaty but every petty

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

Never no more will you see me, this is the endcause now i know you've been cheatin, i'm a sucka for love

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

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

Palms are sweaty, i'm nervous.

Don't you lie, don't blow my buzz

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

Her breasts were pressed against my wry palms