This is a song about "Amount"

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

Mother could care less , i never could amount to shit,

Account the amount we are paid

But i do quite well with all the bait

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

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

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

Sex is just a weapon, i can leave you wet from this pistol

With hugs and kisses, valentine cards and birthday wishes

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

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

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