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.

Tryin have a big amount

We don't care if niggas locked out

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Account the amount we are paid

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

Bet they cancel they date like waking up late with a pimple

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

All i wanna know girl what yo name is, i see them other niggas they be on that lame shit

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

Riding that big body, shorty be hitting the curb

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

Nothing but my dreams matterhoping for better days

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