This is a song about "Boob count"

Your telling me how to write boy i'm glad you can count,

My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found

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

And all women who had light features, see

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

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

Some hosting dude tryna get the head count.

Everytime you come around

Walking on the ground

The girl give me da head count

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

They stop the whole game everytime i come around

Best believe ima count bankroll, fuck and pass hoes,

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes