This is a song about "Count"

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

It's a man's worldbut real women make tha shit go around

Count on myself like a castaway

He’s comin', that's what these hoes say

The girl give me da head count

I'mma catch you next time around

The body count is the physical proof

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

What are you doing, learning to count syllables?

Start piling up the body count, man im the blood thirsty count,

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

The girl give me da head count

I drive that all around

I count 5 fingers between you and me

You see now that nigga lonely