This is a song about "Count"

I count 5 fingers between you and me

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

The girl give me da head count

Can't seem to find a solid ground

Or count sheep while you sleep

Redan road, that’s my street

I drive that all around

Jaw don't work no more, can you count?

Taking ten thousand tragedies- boy i can't even count

And it's breaking me down, watching the world spin round

What are you doing, learning to count syllables?

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

When i count to three, you flea

I’m tryna be low key

But i apologize for not walking you around

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