This is a song about "Boob count"

When i count to three, you flea

And my kick game beyond crazy

Yeah, and make sure everything you say

Count doughwork hard all day ever day

The girl give me da head count

No reason to be around

Weed up, better make a sound

The girl give me da head count

Baby when i like that, i know it's crazy

The hardest four bars, and i aint even count to three

On the ceiling after a boob shoot of the milf of my pastor

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

It dont say it doesnt count if you recite it in bars

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars