This is a song about "Counting paper"

My talent should take me places i've never been

We brothers forever, to the end and counting

Cause you're most likely to crash

Toilet paper to wipe my ass

So grab ya friends and let's take ya back to my house

Counting all my chains and to show that i'm calling south

Counting on my powers, showers, #i #drop like bausch and lomb

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

You fall asleep a sleep so deep you're just counting sheep

Man fuck it i got a dream worth more than my sleep

Im not getting up because im counting sheep

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

I've mastered this ask of me, my raff ain't practice

I tried counting sheep, but there's one i always miss,