This is a song about "Count"

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

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

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

Then you put fertilizer, lyin, spread the shit around

Count doughwork hard all day ever day

Few chips, i get out n' spray

Killing sheep while i count the carcasses asleep.

You finally got right? no longer a black sheep

I spend it make it right back on a monday

Count on myself like a castaway

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

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

My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found

How many times i got to say it for it to count?