This is a song about "Sweaty palms"

Cause all i want is you, baby

Blood on my palms, it haunts me

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

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

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

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

Sb nike's, with the grey box

As his blood dripped and stained on my palms

Blood on my palms, it haunts me

And now that i’m getting money

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads

Well, i’m flyin' over, literally, flyin' over cities

Keeps me chilling perfectly relaxation with some palms trees

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense