This is a song about "Having no fingers"

Roll along and got tipsy then tonight, tommorow you the mystery

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

Instead having a bad addiction

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

He's fingers are tapping to

Dear sweetheart, wassup boo

In my fingers but i

Dreamin on a lullaby

It ain't hard to make money

Having some prosperity

Multiple middle fingers in the air

Those flashing lights come from everywhere

Nina on my femur is cocked ready for action

Coding, eroding, the system, fingers pressed in

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

And notice that no ones having ya protected,