This is a song about "Count"

Cause everytime yall come around

The girl give me da head count

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

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

Optimism - wishin' make you too content

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

This my album, and when your parents try to come around

Now that's six cops found on that ground

Well, probably, i lost count

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

The way we used to count up to three

And i done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news

The body count is the physical proof

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

Some hosting dude tryna get the head count