This is a song about "Count"

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

Leaning off the actavis, passing blunts round and round

Best believe ima count bankroll, fuck and pass hoes,

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

I count 5 fingers between you and me

Well, probably, i lost count

I drive that all around

Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round

Some hosting dude tryna get the head count

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

And verbally swears the count in making

Cause talk is cheap

Or count sheep while you sleep