This is a song about "Amount"

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

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

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

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

After i dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard

Can't forget the amount of words, flipping heck it's just absurd

Now mama see that shit on oprah and know that it’s coming

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

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

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

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

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

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

I’m an animal my video on discovery channel

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