This is a song about "Amount"

You know i'm tryna kill that shit, make sure that urn is out

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

See, baby, i'm a leader day away from a libra

All you want is a good amount of dough, and to shoot a bitch/

Lot of intuition, i ain't never finished college

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

That you need to set a curfew to the amount of bullshit beefs you fuse.

Lyrics slur from my mouth, fuckas watch closely as it occurs with a limited amount

Of living in the ghettoyour mind gets twisted, just like a pretzelso it's time that i check out

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

Take a couple bits, bitch kibbles, bitch i gotta riddle

Weed up, better make a sound

Tryin have a big amount

Better hope you can handle the amount of beef in ten cattle

With my muscle you'll be dazzled, but hustlin's a hassle