This is a song about "Body count"

Than the muse of a family

I count 5 fingers between you and me

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

The body count is the physical proof

That's why i'm makin' money

When i count to three, you flea

I've been a pro, but now i'm profound

Some hosting dude tryna get the head count.

Ambition is still very big

Body count is high, when i grip the mic

My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found

Your telling me how to write boy i'm glad you can count,

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

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

Then speed it up, this playing in the background

I kill cereal and spout my skills like i'm the count