This is a song about "Count"

He just throws it around

The girl give me da head count

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

Leaning off the actavis, passing blunts round and round

Walk on with your scars, don't turn around

Some hosting dude tryna get the head count.

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

Suckas is talking like i ain't still around

It is breaking me down, no more friend around

Some hosting dude tryna get the head count

The way we used to count up to three

So while the world goes drake crazy

The girl give me da head count

Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round

Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around

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