This is a song about "Sweaty palms"

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Brows grow sweaty but every petty

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

Keeps me chilling perfectly relaxation with some palms trees

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Surrounded by the thirst driven sweaty messes blocking the door

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

At stores they feed into me gettin all sweaty and nervous

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

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

We might be back in this baby

Blood on my palms, it haunts me