This is a song about "Amount"

Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck

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

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

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

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

All because she said no to homecoming, demons running

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

Tryin have a big amount

This is fine dine take out

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

10 million off of mixtapes before i drop a single

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

You must have joined the illuminati just to ball out

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

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people