This is a song about "Count my cash"

Fucking two bad bitches, at the same damn time

But count my clouds, couple spots from number nine,

If i dont bag i’ll be thinking bout your ass

What i do takes frills and i take my clothes off for cash,

Maybe im overreacting count up my gains then subtract em,

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

Well, probably, i lost count

Then get out your seat and jump around

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

It's a man's worldbut real women make tha shit go around

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

I ironed my kakis so my cash look straight,

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

Been trying to put it down long after i was signed

Stop before you respond, my lryical rhyme, just killed you bitches for the count

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