This is a song about "Count"

Cats so watered down clowns can sink titanic

Body count is high, when i grip the mic

Taking ten thousand tragedies- boy i can't even count

Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around

The girl give me da head count

He just throws it around

Count on myself like a castaway

Yeah, i know, that's what they all say

I'll push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground

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

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

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

Or count sheep while you sleep

Now it's time to eat