This is a song about "Sweaty palms"

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

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

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store

Surrounded by the thirst driven sweaty messes blocking the door

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

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

Her breasts were pressed against my wry palms

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

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

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

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!)