This is a song about "Greasy fingers"

I count 5 fingers between you and me

Knowing you can no longer party

Drops the holy symbol, replaced with fingers encumbered

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

An when there was the blame she started pointing fingers

Stick my middle fingers, what up.

They just don't give a fuck

Call on one of your girls

Never been one to point fingers

Ugh vizion, told me that hes indian, but its pretty obvious wwhen you see his greasy hair,

With a group of bitchs we're like fishes they got tendense to get wetter man you can drown in there