This is a song about "Count fairs"

Smoking loud, blowing down when the law ain't around

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

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

And me and them rappers we don’t share no common ground

Wrap around 'til they hit the ground and they hear a sound

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

Never knew a hooker that could share me, i get around

I kill cereal and spout my skills like i'm the count

What are you doing, learning to count syllables?

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

And i done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news

The body count is the physical proof

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

And it's breaking me down, watching the world spin round

Hit you from a block away

Count on myself like a castaway