This is a song about "Count"

The way we used to count up to three

Bitch, they call it motor city

And verbally swears the count in making

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

On they twitter writing novels, see

When i count to three, you flea

Suckas is talking like i ain't still around

Some hosting dude tryna get the head count.

Come with me, to madrid thats where real play

Count on myself like a castaway

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

This my album, and when your parents try to come around

What are you doing, learning to count syllables?

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

Killing sheep while i count the carcasses asleep.