This is a song about "Amount"

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

I’m a sinner, jesus christ, please forgive me for my ways

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

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

I keep it funky with my misses, fuck these other bitches

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

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

Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle

Of living in the ghettoyour mind gets twisted, just like a pretzelso it's time that i check out

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

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

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

Lot of intuition, i ain't never finished college

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