This is a song about "Sweaty palms"

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads

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

Im hot, and ready u better be sweaty,

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

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

I got nice hands nigga eat out my palms

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

As his blood dripped and stained on my palms

At stores they feed into me gettin all sweaty and nervous

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Surrounded by the thirst driven sweaty messes blocking the door

The money gets closer when you seem to be grindin' more

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

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads