This is a song about "Amount"

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

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

All you want is a good amount of dough, and to shoot a bitch/

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

Drugs are a blessingto someone with no breakfast, damnit’s so hard being exited, out

Lyrics slur from my mouth, fuckas watch closely as it occurs with a limited amount

Even if the amount of money is so small

She suck my dick while i'm on a call

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

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

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

My momma a og which makes me a don dada