This is a song about "Count"

And me and them rappers we don’t share no common ground

Start piling up the body count, man im the blood thirsty count,

Or count sheep while you sleep

I’m way harder than the concrete

When i count to three, you flea

Cause you love me, call me daddy

Killing sheep while i count the carcasses asleep.

If you don't know, maybach is the clique

Count on myself like a castaway

I need money in a major way

They stop the whole game everytime i come around

Every second flow to countdown, i never miss a count,

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

The body count is the physical proof

I'mma catch you next time around

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