This is a song about "Count"

Took my heart away from money

I count 5 fingers between you and me

Then speed it up, this playing in the background

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

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

And verbally swears the count in making

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

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

What are you doing, learning to count syllables?

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

She say she fucking with me the long way

Count on myself like a castaway

What them tippers don't see

When i count to three, you flea

Some hosting dude tryna get the head count.

Even if i miss she gon' rebound