This is a song about "Buring fingers"

If you're discouraged by somebody stick those fingers up

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

Stick my middle fingers, what up.

We're young and we don't give a fuck

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

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

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

An when there was the blame she started pointing fingers

He's fingers are tapping to

Why we gotta argue

Middle fingers up for what cause i'm rebellious

Together all the timethought it was true love

Drops the holy symbol, replaced with fingers encumbered

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

So god made you as a typo cuz his fingers were slippery,