This is a song about "Count my cash"

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

I'll take you out shorty but let me know its mine

They make their livin off crazed addictions with stacks of cash it's too much to count, shit

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

But count my clouds, couple spots from number nine,

You cooking pork anyway, i ain't into to swine

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

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

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

What i spend my cash on, my nikes and big tees

Aint never let my cash show

My niggas is winning though

No one-half and i hate math

40 on my face, getting cash

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

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