This is a song about "Buring fingers"

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

Picking on me, bullying me, people pointing fingers at me

And all the while i think of you

He's fingers are tapping to

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

If you're discouraged stick those fingers up

20 racks really thats sneaker money

Sticky fingers from pot of honey

If you're discouraged stick those fingers up

Trying to get away, but i think im stuck

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

You the type to smell ya fingers when ya done wiping

No longer do i freestyle, money for the strippers

An when there was the blame she started pointing fingers