This is a song about "Count"

How they got these niggas on the tv selling miracles

What are you doing, learning to count syllables?

Or count sheep while you sleep

Your girlfriends man cheat, cheat

The body count is the physical proof

When they hear me rocking the groove

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

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

I count 5 fingers between you and me

But i think i like that, just maybe

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

I go dough let around, my ho slow head around

This my album, and when your parents try to come around

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

And put another half a mil in my bank account

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