This is a song about "Count"

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

They stop the whole game everytime i come around

Lets come up to my city

When i count to three, you flea

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

And verbally swears the count in making

The girl give me da head count

Cause everytime yall come around

It is breaking me down, no more friend around

Some hosting dude tryna get the head count

Best believe ima count bankroll, fuck and pass hoes,

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

Suckas is talking like i ain't still around

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

Count on myself like a castaway

Okay, fucking with me nigga no way