This is a song about "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/

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

And i can't even trip, cause i'm just laughin at cha

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

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

Tryin have a big amount

Exit the v wit my gun out

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

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

Account the amount we are paid

All dem niggas gonna hate

But knowin you through music is going to change the world

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

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

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