This is a song about "Boob count"

But i get you, i bang with you the long way

Count doughwork hard all day ever day

I count 5 fingers between you and me

Let me rideuntil i get free

The girl give me da head count

He just throws it around

I turn my music down so you won’t hear a sound

I'm piling up these letters too high for me to count

Real shottas, fuck ya foreigners stay

Count on myself like a castaway

Now it'll cost you 30 racks to get a verse cheap

Killing sheep while i count the carcasses asleep.

Start piling up the body count, man im the blood thirsty count,

Then you put fertilizer, lyin, spread the shit around

And verbally swears the count in making

Same '89 camry that needs painting