This is a song about "Count me i"

Step in the club and it's all eyes, champagne i sip mine

If i count all of my thoughts... that'd waste all of my time

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

Pardon my absence, i'm actually far out of town wit a pound

All my other people that dance around

Some hosting dude tryna get the head count

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

And i got a little big, keep it low key

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

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

Fitted, legitted, hardwood classic

Body count is high, when i grip the mic

Girl you’re gonna want another round, another round

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

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

"renegade" like jay hova, 'till i count my all days colder,