This is a song about "Count my blessings"

Maybe im overreacting count up my gains then subtract em,

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again

Looking at the sky, hoping a light would shine

If i count all of my thoughts... that'd waste all of my time

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Quality a gift to the people who are worthy for blessings

To something better and better it might just be blessings

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Blowin my speakers from real muthaphuckin gs by eazy e, now count to three what do u see,

A damn shame, the girl can hardly spell her namethat's not our problem, that's up to brenda's family

Listen close just in case she don’t know my intentions

If we battle again you better hope you said your blessings.

I never ever can see no when i be in her slot

And i always count my blessing whether you're guessing or not

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

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