This is a song about "Count"

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

Cause in the end girl you’re gonna want another round, another round

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

It is breaking me down, no more friend around

There's a million names for your kind of chronic

Body count is high, when i grip the mic

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

Told me mary was a go so we passed her round and round

Or count sheep while you sleep

Redan road, that’s my street

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

I turn my music down so you won’t hear a sound

Taking ten thousand tragedies- boy i can't even count

Ammunition in graceshh, move without a sound