This is a song about "Count"

Mmg and that's my clique

Or count sheep while you sleep

Killing sheep while i count the carcasses asleep.

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

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

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

Wrap around 'til they hit the ground and they hear a sound

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

Body count is high, when i grip the mic

Over 20 homes, but i need a chick

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

Quit playin games gurl you got my head spinnin round

Take your time when you’re with me baby

When i count to three, you flea

Now concentrate until you get the juice

The body count is the physical proof