This is a song about "Amount"

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

I say, how can they compare to you, everything material

Even if the amount of money is so small

My pride is gone, i'm that guy like aaron hall

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

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

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

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

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

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

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

Don't try to compare this to anything you ever heard

Can't forget the amount of words, flipping heck it's just absurd

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

Rust from the amount that pile up, never to touch and filled with blood.