This is a song about "Amount"

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

Get a whole lot of you-know and she bald like an eagle

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

And put another half a mil in my bank account

Rust from the amount that pile up, never to touch and filled with blood.

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

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

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

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

No snakes, royalty hating niggas don’t get no pussy

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

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

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

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

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional