This is a song about "Count"

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

Leaning off the actavis, passing blunts round and round

What are you doing, learning to count syllables?

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Cause everytime you come around

Some hosting dude tryna get the head count.

Life's based upon what i'mma do today

Count on myself like a castaway

I count 5 fingers between you and me

We got money to go get baby

Then speed it up, this playing in the background

I'm piling up these letters too high for me to count

And put another half a mil in my bank account

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