This is a song about "Amount"

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

I better straighten it out, soon as i get to work

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

It’s hard when starving marcus garvey messed with malcolm little

With my muscle you'll be dazzled, but hustlin's a hassle

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

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

You must have joined the illuminati just to ball out

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

Lemme see them big titties, don't be actin' sadidy you're not pretty

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

Let's take another trip, different continents we touching

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

I hope to live in a big house with a huge amount of space/