This is a song about "Amount"

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/

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

Hold up, wait, these nikes don't got no date

Account the amount we are paid

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

I am such a renegade, but try to be professional

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

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

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

It's a man's worldbut real women make tha shit go around

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

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

I don't know why the industry wanna keep me a secret