This is a song about "Boob count"

The body count is the physical proof

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

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

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

Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round

The girl give me da head count

I count 5 fingers between you and me

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

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

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

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

Cause in the end girl you’re gonna want another round, another round

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

Well, probably, i lost count

I drive that all around