This is a song about "Count"

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

Best believe ima count bankroll, fuck and pass hoes,

And this will be the song that we sing

And verbally swears the count in making

Can't seem to find a solid ground

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

Well, probably, i lost count

I'mma catch you next time around

What are you doing, learning to count syllables?

How they got these niggas on the tv selling miracles

You're a divorced slut and you can't suck dick

Body count is high, when i grip the mic

When i count to three, you flea

Bitch, i might make you my baby

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

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