This is a song about "Count"

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

Never knew a hooker that could share me, i get around

Ammunition in graceshh, move without a sound

How many times i got to say it for it to count?

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

The body count is the physical proof

You see now that nigga lonely

When i count to three, you flea

Killing sheep while i count the carcasses asleep.

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

Everybody watching while you touching real money

The hardest four bars, and i aint even count to three

Think i need another play

Count on myself like a castaway

Count doughwork hard all day ever day

When you see the instant replay