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.

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

I better straighten it out, soon as i get to work

What can you tickle that can make a dinosaur giggle

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

Better hope you can handle the amount of beef in ten cattle

I’m an animal my video on discovery channel

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

I'll push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground

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

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

Account the amount we are paid

H2o flow and i don't hold gate