This is a song about "Count"

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

Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around

And verbally swears the count in making

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

But we know all the same people so we got to speak

Killing sheep while i count the carcasses asleep.

How i think about you every day

Count on myself like a castaway

Now that's six cops found on that ground

Well, probably, i lost count

Streets bad, tyga ill, drake magic

Body count is high, when i grip the mic

White mans world that i'm livin' in, some say

Count doughwork hard all day ever day

Some hosting dude tryna get the head count

Walk on with your scars, don't turn around