This is a song about "Amount"

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

Sex is just a weapon, i can leave you wet from this pistol

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

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

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

Drugs are a blessingto someone with no breakfast, damnit’s so hard being exited, out

We know we always out

Tryin have a big amount

Even if the amount of money is so small

Loud p.o.t. above y’all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call

I'm gettin money til my pockets need a tummy tuck

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

The root of all evil, is sorta like the roots new sequel

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

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

Lot of intuition, i ain't never finished college