This is a song about "Count ry"

Real nigga shit i gotta make it one day

Count on myself like a castaway

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

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

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

Or count sheep while you sleep

Cause i ain't really care what the rest say

Count doughwork hard all day ever day

But i apologize for not walking you around

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

The hardest four bars, and i aint even count to three

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

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

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