This is a song about "Count"

So drop the slam and let's get sick

Body count is high, when i grip the mic

I've been a pro, but now i'm profound

Well, probably, i lost count

Best believe ima count bankroll, fuck and pass hoes,

In front of our building, they was my heroes

Not to mention wale is on the way

Count doughwork hard all day ever day

The body count is the physical proof

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

The way we used to count up to three

Killing sheep while i count the carcasses asleep.

Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet