This is a song about "Count"

Best believe ima count bankroll, fuck and pass hoes,

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

And verbally swears the count in making

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Then you put fertilizer, lyin, spread the shit around

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

The girl give me da head count

They can’t even come around

Real shottas, fuck ya foreigners stay

Count on myself like a castaway

Some hosting dude tryna get the head count.

Cause everytime you come around

Cause i was never hesitant to represent

Can't even count, how many times i prayed for his help,

Now that's six cops found on that ground

Well, probably, i lost count