This is a song about "Count"

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

And put another half a mil in my bank account

The body count is the physical proof

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

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

Redan road, that’s my street

Or count sheep while you sleep

Quit playin games gurl you got my head spinnin round

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

That's the way, you can move it baby

When i count to three, you flea

Some hosting dude tryna get the head count

I just might throw a big amount