This is a song about "Sweaty palms"

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Her breasts were pressed against my wry palms

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

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

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Her epidermis urgently sweaty like she was nervous

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

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

Blood on my palms, it haunts me

But am i less holy

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Blood on my palms, it haunts me

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense