This is a song about "Count"

The body count is the physical proof

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

The hardest four bars, and i aint even count to three

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

They stop the whole game everytime i come around

My niggas clownbring a pound

The girl give me da head count

It's a man's worldbut real women make tha shit go around

I kill cereal and spout my skills like i'm the count

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

My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found

Leaning off the actavis, passing blunts round and round

Every second flow to countdown, i never miss a count,

Everything i wanted never seem so close

Best believe ima count bankroll, fuck and pass hoes,