This is a song about "Count"

Fitted, legitted, hardwood classic

Body count is high, when i grip the mic

The girl give me da head count

I'mma catch you next time around

Knowing you can no longer party

I count 5 fingers between you and me

I ain't trying to bitch, but they say that i'm hating

And verbally swears the count in making

To come and change my life around

The girl give me da head count

Some hosting dude tryna get the head count

The fourth one, i like to kick around

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

Killing sheep while i count the carcasses asleep.

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

When i count to three, you flea