This is a song about "Amount"

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

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

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

Blow my smoke out the window, dropping ashes on the bridge

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

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

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

Our history that they stole, africa

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

Take a couple bits, bitch kibbles, bitch i gotta riddle

Anyways give it up the capital the nation

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

Cause in the end girl you’re gonna want another round, another round

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

Drugs are a blessingto someone with no breakfast, damnit’s so hard being exited, out