This is a song about "Amount"

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

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

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

It's a man's worldbut real women make tha shit go around

They ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all

Even if the amount of money is so small

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

I'm a form a petition, someone gotta be listening

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

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

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

Our vision never changed, we self made

Account the amount we are paid