This is a song about "Amount"

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

They frontin', they charles s. dutton movin' garbage

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

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

I don't know what you heard about

Tryin have a big amount

Anyways give it up the capital the nation

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

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

Take a couple bits, bitch kibbles, bitch i gotta riddle

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

Seen too many of y’all getting money, know my turn coming

But i told them every single day that i'd amount to something