This is a song about "Counting the facts"

Never give up never face the facts

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

I must be imaginin' half of the facts i'm examinin',

Then after knowing all the facts, come back and battle me

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

So i sit counting syllables counting syllables

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

So flip me the facts i started killing all these jacks

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

To say life goes on, now they're counting money on the table

I can make music that makes sense, but not meant to be stable

Counting out the green, but the figures we figured

I hear my niggas screaming fuck the world

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Counting out you aint amounting nowt so please fuck off now leave outta the door