This is a song about "Amount"

Lot of intuition, i ain't never finished college

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

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

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.

They infiltrate our homes, africa

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

Tryin have a big amount

I just spit my game out

Hittin your door while your car's spinning, hitting the wall

Even if the amount of money is so small

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

But no amount could amount to a rap that could damage me