This is a song about "Count"

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

Girl you’re gonna want another round, another round

The way we used to count up to three

And losin all his money

And i'm amazed you clown niggas is still around

Some hosting dude tryna get the head count

When i count to three, you flea

Now i can draw your face up pretty

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

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

How many times i got to say it for it to count?

Smoking loud, blowing down when the law ain't around

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

What are you doing, learning to count syllables?

Can't even count, how many times i prayed for his help,

Optimism - wishin' make you too content