This is a song about "Count"

I drive that all around

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

No reason to be around

The girl give me da head count

And all women who had light features, see

The hardest four bars, and i aint even count to three

Must be something you want me to see

The way we used to count up to three

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

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

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

Some hosting dude tryna get the head count.

Or count sheep while you sleep

For the low that nine cheap