This is a song about "Count my cash"

Damn, why they take another soldier?i load my clip before my eyes blurry, don't worry

Blowin my speakers from real muthaphuckin gs by eazy e, now count to three what do u see,

Why you saving that, with her misbehaving ass

Sticking my dick in a purse, cuz i love fucking with cash

If you knew my past and you knew my cash

Lord lord forgive us, personality clash

Raps as fat as thunder thighs, yet my cash is undersized

When it's repping time, i get on extra grind

Maybe im overreacting count up my gains then subtract em,

Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them

Now that's what you call a game

My cash effected, my brain insane,

I kill cereal and spout my skills like i'm the count

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

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