This is a song about "Count"

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

Best believe ima count bankroll, fuck and pass hoes,

Looking at your money

When i count to three, you flea

Every second flow to countdown, i never miss a count,

But i apologize for not walking you around

I was gonna write you a poem today

Count doughwork hard all day ever day

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

And all women who had light features, see

You know that love is a very serious thing

And verbally swears the count in making

I'm in a rare breed, extraordinary league

Killing sheep while i count the carcasses asleep.