This is a song about "West palm"

Until the end if time

When it is in my palm its fine

But they still got them nice emcees from the west,

Half your body laying on my chest

I'll shoot those lyrics out your palm, never been doubted wrong,

That's aight thoughkeep a nigga heavy in the game, bout so long

Eastside, take them to the west

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

For every time they see you in the hallway and they slap your palm,

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

Ya’ll gonna suffer flood if i spit on my palm

Always in the summer, man, pearl in my palm protecting like it's my life

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

Niggas in the street scared

I am the next kanye west