This is a song about "Amount"

If i die before i wake

Account the amount we are paid

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

I'm throwin around broads playing monkey in the middle

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

I coulda swore i was driving pretty peaceful

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

Educate yourselves, of africa

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

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

Caramel macchiatos when shawty get into work

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

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

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