This is a song about "Count"

She ain't ever trippin when a nigga ain't around

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

Best believe ima count bankroll, fuck and pass hoes,

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

This is the concrete

Or count sheep while you sleep

The girl give me da head count

I drive that all around

Well, probably, i lost count

Cause everytime yall come around

Struggling first class, headed for the runway

Count on myself like a castaway

This my album, and when your parents try to come around

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

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

I count 5 fingers between you and me