This is a song about "Sweaty palms"

Her breasts were pressed against my wry palms

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

Brows grow sweaty but every petty

Where bad bitches with bad intentions just act friendly

As his blood dripped and stained on my palms

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

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

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

I ain't had a woman in years, and my palms are too hairy to hide (whoops!)

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

Nas told me life's a bitch

Back to the money my palms itch

Listen to your friend get another man for a minute then repeat

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

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Her epidermis urgently sweaty like she was nervous