This is a song about "Count"

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

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

Best believe ima count bankroll, fuck and pass hoes,

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

The way we used to count up to three

Ha - so gifted, do it truly

Walk that body, talk that body

When i count to three, you flea

Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around

Seeing as i can full mount your bitch too many times to count

They can’t even come around

Jaw don't work no more, can you count?

Cause i ain't really care what the rest say

Count doughwork hard all day ever day