This is a song about "Count"

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

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

Best believe ima count bankroll, fuck and pass hoes,

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

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

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

And it begins to phase him more each day

Count on myself like a castaway

I said i got my ass beat

Or count sheep while you sleep

The body count is the physical proof

One time for the girls with the right shoes

Fuck that nigga, i am the party

When i count to three, you flea