This is a song about "Amount"

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

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

Like soap when i put my clothes on, i’m joking but i be foamed out

I'm tellen you one day these suckers gotta fall

Even if the amount of money is so small

Mother could care less , i never could amount to shit,

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

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

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

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

Rather die making money than live poor and legal

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people