This is a song about "Count"

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

What are you doing, learning to count syllables?

Been out here hustling on these streets, ain't had a chance to speak

Killing sheep while i count the carcasses asleep.

Girl you’re gonna want another round, another round

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

Body count is high, when i grip the mic

We touch down in moscow and take flicks like click click

And getting money is the song i sing

And verbally swears the count in making

I count 5 fingers between you and me

Baby when i like that, i know it's crazy

All them niggas pitch verbs, so they say

Count doughwork hard all day ever day