This is a song about "Count my money by the millions"

The girl give me da head count

Can't seem to find a solid ground

- you gon' fuckin' love me bitch

Back to the money my palms itch

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

Wrap around 'til they hit the ground and they hear a sound

Some hosting dude tryna get the head count

Ride him all around, when he hits the ground

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Laundry my clothes while the feds money laundry

Relent pawn, u get spent on by your, then, mom cause you're favorite- millions?

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Now the dashboard is wooden from a hard-tangled grammar

Millions of questions inside my head but i found no answer,

Baby doll, check it out: i get around

Some hosting dude tryna get the head count.