This is a song about "9 fingers"

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

You the type to smell ya fingers when ya done wiping

Stick my middle fingers, what up.

Say what you wanna but

Coding, eroding, the system, fingers pressed in

I make songs about shit for attention

In my fingers but i

She gotta hold her head up high

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Sticky fingers from pot of honey

If you're discouraged stick those fingers up

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Middle fingers up for what cause i'm rebellious

Crossin' his fingers, now that shit lingers, and no doubt,

No disrespect, you can't respect yourself then just get out