This is a song about "Count"

But i apologize for not walking you around

Start piling up the body count, man im the blood thirsty count,

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

It dont say it doesnt count if you recite it in bars

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

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

The body count is the physical proof

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

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

They stop the whole game everytime i come around

Body count is high, when i grip the mic

Just like a cannon from the teen in nick

Even if i miss she gon' rebound

The girl give me da head count

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

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