This is a song about "Count"

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

Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around

Some hosting dude tryna get the head count

Then speed it up, this playing in the background

And put another half a mil in my bank account

Seeing as i can full mount your bitch too many times to count

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

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

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

They can’t even come around

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

Leaning off the actavis, passing blunts round and round

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

Killing sheep while i count the carcasses asleep.

The way we used to count up to three

Cause some of you bitches funny