This is a song about "Bloody fingers"

No, no, we are not those

Milk mustache and a bloody nose

Drops the holy symbol, replaced with fingers encumbered

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

Stick my middle fingers, what up.

Trying to get away, but i think im stuck

If you're discouraged stick those fingers up

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut

Bloody mary bloody mary bloody mary's a bitch

Or fuck my enemies bitch, acting bad and getting rich

Kidnapped celebrities bloody mary'd with celery,

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Malia family, we the family

I count 5 fingers between you and me