This is a song about "Count"

The body count is the physical proof

Plus how he gon’ tell me, he don't make the rules

Supportin' my baby girl just like daddy

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

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

Leaning off the actavis, passing blunts round and round

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

I turn my music down so you won’t hear a sound

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

Killing sheep while i count the carcasses asleep.

Jaw don't work no more, can you count?

Everytime you come around

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

When i count to three, you flea

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

She ain't ever trippin when a nigga ain't around