This is a song about "Counting to 20"

Hey, don't do anything that i say in this song, okay? it's fuckin' fiction

Preparation for occupation, no correlation to my situation

Malignant, belligerent, believe me i'm living this

I tried counting sheep, but there's one i always miss,

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

So i sit counting syllables counting syllables

To say life goes on, now they're counting money on the table

Trying to keep his head up while his eyes are in the bible

No days off and i ain't gettin’ sleep

Im not getting up because im counting sheep

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

You better keep counting them one by one