This is a song about "Count"

Taking ten thousand tragedies- boy i can't even count

My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found

How many times i got to say it for it to count?

Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around

Even if i miss she gon' rebound

Jaw don't work no more, can you count?

Me and my peeps often meet

Or count sheep while you sleep

Count on myself like a castaway

White mans world that i'm livin' in, some say

Girl you’re gonna want another round, another round

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

Count doughwork hard all day ever day

She say all men treat her wrong way

Never knew a hooker that could share me, i get around

Your telling me how to write boy i'm glad you can count,