This is a song about "Amount"

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

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

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

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

Rust from the amount that pile up, never to touch and filled with blood.

I'm gettin money til my pockets need a tummy tuck

I don't want plastic nation, dread that like a haitian

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

Frown and a gun lit is all she could amount to confront with

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

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

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

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw