This is a song about "Twitter fingers"

A twenty somethin cup

Stick my middle fingers, what up.

He's fingers are tapping to

It's really not an issue

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

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

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

Life is like twitter so you follow me

Cause we been off them slave ships

Raising my fingers to critics

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Coding, eroding, the system, fingers pressed in

Yeahi tell my niggas pick the target out

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