This is a song about "Having no fingers"

Cycles," "you're no michael jackson, i'm having

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

No having deals, you're broke as fuck, no stroke of luck staying true,

And no matter what they do, there will never be another you

That's the window into the sky

In my fingers but i

And i can't help but stare, cause

Ive been having these thoughts

Sticky fingers from pot of honey

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

If you're discouraged stick those fingers up

It's not making sense to you right now but

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Having some prosperity

Never been one to point fingers

Yessir, lets have a toast for the girls