This is a song about "Count"

Best believe ima count bankroll, fuck and pass hoes,

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

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

Leaning off the actavis, passing blunts round and round

And verbally swears the count in making

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

Oops, i'm so sorry

When i count to three, you flea

Killing sheep while i count the carcasses asleep.

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

Now that's six cops found on that ground

Some hosting dude tryna get the head count.

I count 5 fingers between you and me

Walk that body, talk that body

They stop the whole game everytime i come around

Taking ten thousand tragedies- boy i can't even count