This is a song about "Boob count"

Count on myself like a castaway

Back in the motherfuckin bay

For me looks good she said oh you so sweet

Killing sheep while i count the carcasses asleep.

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

And verbally swears the count in making

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

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

The girl give me da head count

I've been a pro, but now i'm profound

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

The body count is the physical proof

Count doughwork hard all day ever day

She do everything i say