This is a song about "Count my money by the millions"

The hitman's job, slaying villains in the millions, fuck maybe billions,

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Laundry my clothes while the feds money laundry

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

We can make millions, but what the fuck for?

Fuck it! i go until my 40 millionth encore

And now that i’m getting money

The way we used to count up to three

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

Plus the lives of millions who just had enough

Blowin my speakers from real muthaphuckin gs by eazy e, now count to three what do u see,

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city

The body count is the physical proof

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

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

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