This is a song about "Count"

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

Best believe ima count bankroll, fuck and pass hoes,

Look it something they can't ever see

The way we used to count up to three

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

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

And me and them rappers we don’t share no common ground

I kill cereal and spout my skills like i'm the count

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

But i apologize for not walking you around

Everytime you come around

The girl give me da head count

Body count is high, when i grip the mic

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick

And verbally swears the count in making

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring