This is a song about "Count up"

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

The body count is the physical proof

Killing sheep while i count the carcasses asleep.

You's a fag, you like that shit, o.f. is the fucking clique

Can't even count, how many times i prayed for his help,

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

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

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

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

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

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

Cause my hoes in the x like they model for cars

Or count sheep while you sleep

I say what my mind speak