This is a song about "Count"

Back in the motherfuckin bay

Count on myself like a castaway

Told me mary was a go so we passed her round and round

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

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

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

Walk on with your scars, don't turn around

Well, probably, i lost count

Some hosting dude tryna get the head count.

Cause everytime you come around

Count doughwork hard all day ever day

Okay, fucking with me nigga no way

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found

I kill cereal and spout my skills like i'm the count