This is a song about "Count"

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

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

Well, probably, i lost count

Then get out your seat and jump around

I'mma catch you next time around

The girl give me da head count

What are you doing, learning to count syllables?

We vegetables, on them record labels

Some hosting dude tryna get the head count.

The fourth one, i like to kick around

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

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

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

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

Reason i stuck with the sound

The girl give me da head count