This is a song about "Count"

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

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

The way we used to count up to three

Third ward general, young cash money

The girl give me da head count

They can’t even come around

When i count to three, you flea

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Count on myself like a castaway

I do it my way, mofuck' what ya'll say

And put another half a mil in my bank account

Seeing as i can full mount your bitch too many times to count

And verbally swears the count in making

Get off a key like i can’t sing

I've been a pro, but now i'm profound

The girl give me da head count