This is a song about "Countin bands"

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

While you're countin sheep it's me who's creepin through your damn dream

The wake up, dawg get ya face off the pillow

Bands will make her dance so baby go

Countin money all day and we smoke dat bomb haze,

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

I know you're weak an secretly tweakin countin petals knowin you gonna lose

Im new to, working this perfect, my version of wordings occurring in few spews

Listen to your friend get another man for a minute then repeat

You sleepin countin sheep while im recording to a great beat,

Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants

Reaper why did you take away all of the good bands?

But i'm still countin' leu like my name, a spatula,

Embrace my words make the world changeand still i smile nigga