This is a song about "Count"

I count 5 fingers between you and me

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Everytime you come around

The girl give me da head count

It's like sunshine on a rainy day

Count on myself like a castaway

Start piling up the body count, man im the blood thirsty count,

Then you put fertilizer, lyin, spread the shit around

And verbally swears the count in making

So she graduated, rich nigga wife training

From a couple feet awaybut stay away

Count doughwork hard all day ever day

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

She ain't ever trippin when a nigga ain't around

The body count is the physical proof

Plus how he gon’ tell me, he don't make the rules