This is a song about "Amount"

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

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

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

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

Account the amount we are paid

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

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

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

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

But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

Nigga fuck that gin & juice, i'm fuckin with hennessyjust pour me a glass of that dark shit

They hatin'/ saying i ain't amount to nothing well your right i should simply embrace it

These sb's ain't never coming out

Tryin have a big amount