This is a song about "Fat fingers"

Crossin' his fingers, now that shit lingers, and no doubt,

And i be saying somethin' when i mash out

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Sticky fingers from pot of honey

Raising my fingers to critics

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

You said also i was fat

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

Never been one to point fingers

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

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

Fuck that shit, i don't give a fuck

Stick my middle fingers, what up.

Drops the holy symbol, replaced with fingers encumbered

This a different motor man better go to work