This is a song about "Count"

They can’t even come around

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

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

I keep that hottie, just look at her body

Than the muse of a family

When i count to three, you flea

Then speed it up, this playing in the background

Some hosting dude tryna get the head count

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

It dont say it doesnt count if you recite it in bars

Count doughwork hard all day ever day

But keep them cigarettes away

Or count sheep while you sleep

Saw puff, i was finna' speak

Leaning off the actavis, passing blunts round and round

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