This is a song about "Count fairs"

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

What are you doing, learning to count syllables?

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

And i'm amazed you clown niggas is still around

I just might throw a big amount

Well, probably, i lost count

I count 5 fingers between you and me

They say i talk like im god body

Good deeds count for nothing and there's more to life than fucking,

Wow, umm, so tyler if you had the chance to tell him something

When i count to three, you flea

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Or count sheep while you sleep

This is the concrete

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

Start piling up the body count, man im the blood thirsty count,