This is a song about "Amount"

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

I smoke sweets in the suite, like shit is legal

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

I’m an animal my video on discovery channel

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

Now mama see that shit on oprah and know that it’s coming

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

They frontin', they charles s. dutton movin' garbage

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

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

Account the amount we are paid

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

They stop the whole game everytime i come around

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount