This is a song about "Abigail s sausage fingers"

Drops the holy symbol, replaced with fingers encumbered

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

Day and night are my 'posites rare

Multiple middle fingers in the air

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

And every night would swallow a big fat sausage meat pita

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

I turned into something they never became

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

S queezys very bold

I be stuck to you

He's fingers are tapping to

An when there was the blame she started pointing fingers

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years