This is a song about "Count"

Just like a cannon from the teen in nick

Body count is high, when i grip the mic

She will never get by, no how no way

Count doughwork hard all day ever day

When i count to three, you flea

I be gettin' money

I just might throw a big amount

The girl give me da head count

This my album, and when your parents try to come around

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

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

Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around

The body count is the physical proof

I got a girlfriend she like them gucci shoes

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

I’m doin well, i’m just hoping i got your respect