This is a song about "Boob count"

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

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

And my only fear's a wedding ring

And verbally swears the count in making

Can't even count, how many times i prayed for his help,

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent

Told me mary was a go so we passed her round and round

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

The way we used to count up to three

I swear they think i'm crazy

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Best believe ima count bankroll, fuck and pass hoes,

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

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

Everytime you come around

Well, probably, i lost count