This is a song about "Count"

Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round

The girl give me da head count

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

Smoking loud, blowing down when the law ain't around

Best believe ima count bankroll, fuck and pass hoes,

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

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

But i apologize for not walking you around

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

Every second flow to countdown, i never miss a count,

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose

The body count is the physical proof

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

When i count to three, you flea

Some hosting dude tryna get the head count

Everytime you come around