This is a song about "Wrapped around your finger"

It deserves a middle finger, followed by a fool poster on your forehead.

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

And if i'm down with this banging shit

What do you think? in your finger tip,

Your heart was false just like the words you said

Spun guitar strings, wrapped around your neck

It was my father, with his hands wrapped around her neck.

But i can't cause my eyes are red, now he's dead

Young strugglersracing the clockain't no telling when it all can end

Whilst i finger ya till your pussy swells, it was swell until it smelled,

Finger finger bang bang

Pushing in my mama van

I'll rip the diamond ring off your finger and chew it

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm thru with that shit

Boy had her wrapped around his finger

Huh, i can't interpret her