This is a song about "Count"

Killing sheep while i count the carcasses asleep.

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

Can't even count, how many times i prayed for his help,

The only difference is it comes back, full effect

And teachers thought i was dumb or crazy

The way we used to count up to three

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

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

Count on myself like a castaway

It's like sunshine on a rainy day

On trial for possession of some chronic

Body count is high, when i grip the mic

Girl you’re gonna want another round, another round

Every second flow to countdown, i never miss a count,