This is a song about "Body count"

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

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

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

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

Im that you would go and steal my heart away

Count on myself like a castaway

It is breaking me down, no more friend around

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

I'm piling up these letters too high for me to count

My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found

I kill cereal and spout my skills like i'm the count

Suckas is talking like i ain't still around

The way we used to count up to three

While i'm making history

Told me mary was a go so we passed her round and round

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