This is a song about "Count"

I heard ya lost do you know your way around

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

Come wit me you'll smoke around

Jaw don't work no more, can you count?

Can't even count, how many times i prayed for his help,

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

The way we used to count up to three

That's why i'm makin' money

Killing sheep while i count the carcasses asleep.

I can always go home and look down my street

Of an odyssey, i’m a block away

Count doughwork hard all day ever day

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

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

Leaning off the actavis, passing blunts round and round

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