This is a song about "Count"

Count doughwork hard all day ever day

From a couple feet awaybut stay away

Weed up, better make a sound

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

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

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

Optimism - wishin' make you too content

Can't even count, how many times i prayed for his help,

I'mma catch you next time around

Some hosting dude tryna get the head count.

Once as a slave who imagined being free

I count 5 fingers between you and me

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

And verbally swears the count in making