This is a song about "Count"

Or count sheep while you sleep

Walk with heat cause talk is cheap

And it's breaking me down, watching the world spin round

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

The girl give me da head count

He just throws it around

Count on myself like a castaway

Can't flex i hit the blunt more than once a day

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

What are you doing, learning to count syllables?

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

Best believe ima count bankroll, fuck and pass hoes,

Pitch the rock, mike vick, swag so sick

Body count is high, when i grip the mic

When they hear me rocking the groove

The body count is the physical proof