This is a song about "Count"

Bitch, they call it motor city

When i count to three, you flea

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

She ain't ever trippin when a nigga ain't around

If i ever bleed dmv you can hear it when i speak

Killing sheep while i count the carcasses asleep.

Best believe ima count bankroll, fuck and pass hoes,

In front of our building, they was my heroes

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

What are you doing, learning to count syllables?

Count doughwork hard all day ever day

As: other plans got in the way

Or count sheep while you sleep

We can't catch the beat

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

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money