This is a song about "Count ry"

Just like a cannon from the teen in nick

Body count is high, when i grip the mic

What are you doing, learning to count syllables?

See, all my life i was raised by a lot of criminals

Suckas is talking like i ain't still around

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

When i count to three, you flea

And losin all his money

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Good deeds count for nothing and there's more to life than fucking,

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

The body count is the physical proof

The girl give me da head count

I just might throw a big amount