This is a song about "Count f monte cristo"

Count on myself like a castaway

But i ain't get to see you today

They just go around

Well, probably, i lost count

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

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

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

I turn my music down so you won’t hear a sound

Ride him all around, when he hits the ground

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

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

I heard ya lost do you know your way around

When she f***in' turns around

Back wood, the tree i’m ashing out