This is a song about "Guns make it count"

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

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

Make it a war, ima make it my own,

And you acting grown, doggy you ain't back at home

It go like: count that stack, pop that cap then down that jack

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

You just do your thing chick

Doctor: alright but make it quick

It go like: count that stack, pop that cap then down that jack

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat

Fire your guns in explorer as it stands as the battle field,

Queens comin thru to takeover ya team back from the deceased

But my dad didnt make it

It ain't like that

Or you can do better on some hate shit

"no guns in this nation, hey why don't we try it?"