This is a song about "Count"

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

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

Body count is high, when i grip the mic

Superfly, opposite of basic

Well, probably, i lost count

I drive that all around

Count on myself like a castaway

I’m on this one way headed where the slums play

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

Your telling me how to write boy i'm glad you can count,

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Or count sheep while you sleep

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

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