This is a song about "Having no fingers"

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

And notice that no ones having ya protected,

Talking caramel with them asses like the strippers

Ride with me even when scared- join my 'band' like ring fingers.

Got our middle fingers in the air,

Please, just peep the crystal method where

He's fingers are tapping to

Want to let you know i love you

Or just stop having fun

Two reflections into one

It ain't hard to make money

Sticky fingers from pot of honey

Ridin' through my city car black can't see out

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