This is a song about "Forsyth county"

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

Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around

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

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

The underground artists sproutin' under towns never bound

Then you put fertilizer, lyin, spread the shit around

Once as a slave who imagined being free

When all hell breaks loose thats my city

Im in my own division, you cant dodge this collision, my mind and rhymes

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

Cause everytime you come around

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

We taking over towns with it

Free earl, that's the fucking shit