This is a song about "Count"

When i count to three, you flea

Knowing you can no longer party

Everytime you come around

The girl give me da head count

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

And put another half a mil in my bank account

Count on myself like a castaway

I'm curious jorge, fuck what dem whores say

And verbally swears the count in making

I was born to do the damn thing

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

What are you doing, learning to count syllables?

Some hosting dude tryna get the head count.

Quit playin games gurl you got my head spinnin round

Body count is high, when i grip the mic

On trial for possession of some chronic