This is a song about "Count up"

The body count is the physical proof

And i done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news

Like hoes down in magic city

When i count to three, you flea

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

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

The way we used to count up to three

But we should be body to body

Killing sheep while i count the carcasses asleep.

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

And she got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

Body count is high, when i grip the mic

They can’t even come around

Jaw don't work no more, can you count?

Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around

Your telling me how to write boy i'm glad you can count,