This is a song about "Count"

They can’t even come around

The girl give me da head count

Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round

The girl give me da head count

How many times i got to say it for it to count?

Then speed it up, this playing in the background

Body count is high, when i grip the mic

Make room for the groom married to his music

Some hosting dude tryna get the head count.

Now that's six cops found on that ground

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

Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around

Some hosting dude tryna get the head count

Everytime you come around

Walking on the ground

Well, probably, i lost count