This is a song about "Amount"

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

I'm the first one to do that i bet you never knew that

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

My driver's out of this world, you playing bumper cars

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

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

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

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

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

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

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

And when you know you a catch it’s hard to pass up these bitches