This is a song about "Count"

Count doughwork hard all day ever day

He’s comin', that's what these hoes say

Killing sheep while i count the carcasses asleep.

Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet

And put another half a mil in my bank account

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

And me and them rappers we don’t share no common ground

Seeing as i can full mount your bitch too many times to count

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

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

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

The body count is the physical proof

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

Best believe ima count bankroll, fuck and pass hoes,

No reason to be around

The girl give me da head count