This is a song about "Having no fingers"

Got our middle fingers in the air,

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

Paintin perfect pictures ain't never worked, my misery

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

It ain't hard to make money

Sticky fingers from pot of honey

Then i redecorated, that mean my tables turned

Drops the holy symbol, replaced with fingers encumbered

Multiple middle fingers in the air

For 9 years in spain had the time share

Never been one to point fingers

We just trynna be winners

She crack a smile, i'm finna turn it out

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