This is a song about "Having no fingers"

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

No whats real is having people talking through lies and deceit

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

Yeahi tell my niggas pick the target out

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

Never been one to point fingers

Got our middle fingers in the air,

And got her room number, you can find me there

I count 5 fingers between you and me

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

Where would i be without my dogs

Ive been having these thoughts

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

If you're discouraged stick those fingers up

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

An when there was the blame she started pointing fingers