This is a song about "Count"

Or count sheep while you sleep

I’m way harder than the concrete

When i count to three, you flea

Third ward general, young cash money

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

Some hosting dude tryna get the head count.

But i apologize for not walking you around

Start piling up the body count, man im the blood thirsty count,

Some hosting dude tryna get the head count

The fourth one, i like to kick around

The way we used to count up to three

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

Leaning off the actavis, passing blunts round and round

Taking ten thousand tragedies- boy i can't even count

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

The body count is the physical proof