This is a song about "Dont count me out"

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

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

They vaguely decipher my language

Dont force out the fuck yous little bitch

I like my women soft-spoken but the weed loud

I dont abuse i'm smooth we drink until we fall out

The girl give me da head count

Can't seem to find a solid ground

The girl give me da head count

Even if i miss she gon' rebound

Dont vibe with bums... i'll bite my tongue and rip it out

But it don't feel half as good as grandma saying she's proud

When she finds out you can't even count up to three,

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby