This is a song about "Count"

Cause some of you bitches funny

The way we used to count up to three

Think i need another play

Count doughwork hard all day ever day

The hardest four bars, and i aint even count to three

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

So high i’m on the ceiling baby

When i count to three, you flea

See, all my life i was raised by a lot of criminals

What are you doing, learning to count syllables?

I need to beat

Or count sheep while you sleep

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

It's a man's worldbut real women make tha shit go around

I turn my music down so you won’t hear a sound

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