This is a song about "Guns make it count"

Leaning off the actavis, passing blunts round and round

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

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

Sick of hard times so i tell em to fall back

But i dont carry guns

That was my influence

Just like a cannon from the teen in nick

Doctor: alright but make it quick

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

So live it up until the end maybe you should use guns

Woooh, race my niggas, and i bet you never pass me like a free safety

Yo some people wanna hit it now....take a deep breath count to three maybe

We blasting guns and we having fun when we riding, you ain't even know it,

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Without the sound of guns