This is a song about "Count"

And verbally swears the count in making

And this will be the song that we sing

Count on myself like a castaway

White mans world that i'm livin' in, some say

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

I'm piling up these letters too high for me to count

Best believe ima count bankroll, fuck and pass hoes,

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

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

I'll push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground

I've been a pro, but now i'm profound

Some hosting dude tryna get the head count

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

The day before is better than the present

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

And i'm amazed you clown niggas is still around