This is a song about "Amount"

Account the amount we are paid

Talk sharp like a razor blade

Ain't heard a nigga thorough, it ain't perfect, but i work

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

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

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

Tryin have a big amount

I must go like fly route

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

Our history that they stole, africa

Cuz we'll come find you in all kinds of carssignin' out

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

But no amount could amount to a rap that could damage me

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

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

Seen too many of y’all getting money, know my turn coming