This is a song about "Count"

I count 5 fingers between you and me

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

And verbally swears the count in making

So she graduated, rich nigga wife training

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

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

Count doughwork hard all day ever day

Momma say, you making me lose pay

Body count is high, when i grip the mic

And whack hoes hatin' on key out in public

I make forty-some dollars a day

Count on myself like a castaway

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

The girl give me da head count

It dont say it doesnt count if you recite it in bars

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve