This is a song about "Amount"

Like soap when i put my clothes on, i’m joking but i be foamed out

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

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

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

All i wanna know girl what yo name is, i see them other niggas they be on that lame shit

She suck my dick while i'm on a call

Even if the amount of money is so small

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

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

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

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

Account the amount we are paid

Play this shit while you contemplate

10 million off of mixtapes before i drop a single

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional