This is a song about "Count"

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

The only difference is it comes back, full effect

Ammunition in graceshh, move without a sound

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

Well, probably, i lost count

Everytime you come around

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

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

The body count is the physical proof

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

And verbally swears the count in making

Some hosting dude tryna get the head count

Even if i miss she gon' rebound