This is a song about "Amount"

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

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

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

Cause my hoes in the x like they model for cars

Even if the amount of money is so small

You heard i was in jail, well i just came from the mall

Lyrics slur from my mouth, fuckas watch closely as it occurs with a limited amount

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

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

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

I just load up and start dumpin' on enemies; i'm head hunting

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will