This is a song about "Count"

The girl give me da head count

Even if i miss she gon' rebound

When i count to three, you flea

It's obvious i'm crazy

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

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

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

Seeing as i can full mount your bitch too many times to count

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

Wrap around 'til they hit the ground and they hear a sound

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

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

Killing sheep while i count the carcasses asleep.

Now that's six cops found on that ground

Some hosting dude tryna get the head count