This is a song about "Boob count"

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

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

Indubitably i'm too street

Or count sheep while you sleep

When i count to three, you flea

20 racks really thats sneaker money

Suckas is talking like i ain't still around

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

The way we used to count up to three

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

And it's breaking me down, watching the world spin round

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

Killing sheep while i count the carcasses asleep.

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

The body count is the physical proof

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose