This is a song about "Amount"

Still kill the pussy, put the cat in a casket

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

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

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

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

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

Cut the commercial, he be texting all the side bitches

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

And me and them rappers we don’t share no common ground

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

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

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

Don't try to compare this to anything you ever heard

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