This is a song about "Count"

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

Suckas is talking like i ain't still around

The girl give me da head count

Then get out your seat and jump around

Or count sheep while you sleep

Swear i will murk any beat

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

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

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

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

Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around

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

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

I count 5 fingers between you and me

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

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