This is a song about "Body count"

Headband endo, ya'll ain't ready

I count 5 fingers between you and me

I'm piling up these letters too high for me to count

Never knew a hooker that could share me, i get around

Yeah ain't that what the song say

Count on myself like a castaway

I'll push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground

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

Some hosting dude tryna get the head count.

The fourth one, i like to kick around

Jaw don't work no more, can you count?

I'mma catch you next time around

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

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

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

Then you put fertilizer, lyin, spread the shit around