This is a song about "Body count"

Count on myself like a castaway

For a perfect mother’s day

Killing sheep while i count the carcasses asleep.

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

They can’t even come around

Well, probably, i lost count

When i was 11 got the toolie thick

Body count is high, when i grip the mic

Or count sheep while you sleep

Mmg and that's my clique

Shoot bullets right through ya body

What them tippers don't see

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

She ain't ever trippin when a nigga ain't around

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Light skinned hell of a body