This is a song about "Count"

Back down, backing ultra dreams like some bad sleep

Killing sheep while i count the carcasses asleep.

You know that love is a very serious thing

And verbally swears the count in making

And all women who had light features, see

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

Smoking loud, blowing down when the law ain't around

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

I'm curious jorge, fuck what dem whores say

Count doughwork hard all day ever day

She ain't ever trippin when a nigga ain't around

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

Well, probably, i lost count

I just might throw a big amount