This is a song about "Amount"

I hope to live in a big house with a huge amount of space/

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

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

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

How beautiful are thou, africa

They hatin'/ saying i ain't amount to nothing well your right i should simply embrace it

Bitch i can't let goi been strugglin' too long, thuggin' too longand niggas is stealing my shit

For him to be true is all you ask but i'm foolish

Frown and a gun lit is all she could amount to confront with

Let's get smoked out

Tryin have a big amount

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

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