This is a song about "Amount"

At an extremly alarming rate

Account the amount we are paid

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.

Im sexing her bodyim gonna make her crawl

Even if the amount of money is so small

I hope to live in a big house with a huge amount of space/

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

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 got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

With my muscle you'll be dazzled, but hustlin's a hassle

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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