This is a song about "Count"

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

The hardest four bars, and i aint even count to three

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

Best believe ima count bankroll, fuck and pass hoes,

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

Walk on with your scars, don't turn around

Reason i stuck with the sound

The girl give me da head count

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

But i apologize for not walking you around

What are you doing, learning to count syllables?

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Oh, why do i live this way

Count doughwork hard all day ever day

The way we used to count up to three

I reel them in, goadomes on see