This is a song about "Amount"

After i dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard

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

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

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

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

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

Mix a little syrup, it ain't no way to cure him

You could never find out

Tryin have a big amount

Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck

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

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

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will