This is a song about "Boob count"

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

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

I've been a pro, but now i'm profound

Some hosting dude tryna get the head count.

Cause all i want is you, baby

The way we used to count up to three

I kill cereal and spout my skills like i'm the count

She ain't ever trippin when a nigga ain't around

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

What are you doing, learning to count syllables?

I just might throw a big amount

The girl give me da head count

And i'm amazed you clown niggas is still around

Taking ten thousand tragedies- boy i can't even count

Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around

Every second flow to countdown, i never miss a count,