This is a song about "Count"

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

Told me mary was a go so we passed her round and round

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

Best believe ima count bankroll, fuck and pass hoes,

If you out there let me hear you say

Count on myself like a castaway

This my album, and when your parents try to come around

I'm piling up these letters too high for me to count

Cause my hoes in the x like they model for cars

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

Body count is high, when i grip the mic

She got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

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

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

Cause everytime yall come around

Some hosting dude tryna get the head count.