This is a song about "Count"

Cause everytime yall come around

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

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

What are you doing, learning to count syllables?

Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around

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

The way we used to count up to three

Trying to catch me riding dirty

She ain't ever trippin when a nigga ain't around

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

Body count is high, when i grip the mic

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic

I count 5 fingers between you and me

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

This my album, and when your parents try to come around

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