This is a song about "Bloody fingers"

Now i'm back on my grizzle, a plethora of strippers

An when there was the blame she started pointing fingers

Multiple middle fingers in the air

And got her room number, you can find me there

Bitch i never fold when shit got bloody

You a lady boss, now you fly free

He's fingers are tapping to

That means two, between me and you

At the same damn time, got these bitches poppin' monkey

I bashed him in his face til his eyes were bloody.

If you're discouraged stick those fingers up

On they car note to go to the club

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

Milk mustache and a bloody nose

Bloody knives chainsaws and machetes

Cause there could never be peace