This is a song about "Count"

What are you doing, learning to count syllables?

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round

Some hosting dude tryna get the head count

One time for the girls with the right shoes

The body count is the physical proof

My chances were shallow somehow i'm so deep

Killing sheep while i count the carcasses asleep.

Body count is high, when i grip the mic

Go crazy when she hear music

Some hosting dude tryna get the head count.

Everytime you come around

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

But i won't rest till i'm givin my respect

The way we used to count up to three

Took my heart away from money