This is a song about "Count"

Forever faded, i know lucifer waiting

And verbally swears the count in making

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

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Best believe ima count bankroll, fuck and pass hoes,

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

My niggas clownbring a pound

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

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

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

I’m pushing that way where you came out as a baby

And put another half a mil in my bank account

Taking ten thousand tragedies- boy i can't even count

Even if i miss she gon' rebound

Well, probably, i lost count