This is a song about "Count"

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

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

Well, probably, i lost count

Now that's six cops found on that ground

The body count is the physical proof

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

Get off a key like i can’t sing

And verbally swears the count in making

Everytime you come around

Some hosting dude tryna get the head count.

In front of our building, they was my heroes

Best believe ima count bankroll, fuck and pass hoes,

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

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed

I say what my mind speak

Or count sheep while you sleep