This is a song about "Count up"

Maybe im overreacting count up my gains then subtract em,

I put on for my city i should ball with vick and them

And verbally swears the count in making

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Body count is high, when i grip the mic

If his bitch insist on getting sick

And me and them rappers we don’t share no common ground

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

And put another half a mil in my bank account

I'm piling up these letters too high for me to count

Never knew a hooker that could share me, i get around

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

Summertime in the city

When i count to three, you flea