This is a song about "Count"

It dont say it doesnt count if you recite it in bars

My driver's out of this world, you playing bumper cars

The girl give me da head count

Now that's six cops found on that ground

Body count is high, when i grip the mic

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

So she graduated, rich nigga wife training

And verbally swears the count in making

Well, probably, i lost count

I drive that all around

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

The body count is the physical proof

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

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

Some hosting dude tryna get the head count.

The fourth one, i like to kick around