This is a song about "Count"

Body count is high, when i grip the mic

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic

If you didn't know i feel this way

Count doughwork hard all day ever day

And verbally swears the count in making

Hustle game incredible, ice game amazing

I’m doin well, i’m just hoping i got your respect

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

We can't catch the beat

Or count sheep while you sleep

Some hosting dude tryna get the head count.

And i'm amazed you clown niggas is still around

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

It is breaking me down, no more friend around

The body count is the physical proof

And i done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news