This is a song about "Amount"

Now i live it out

Tryin have a big amount

Ain't heard a nigga thorough, it ain't perfect, but i work

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

Lyrics slur from my mouth, fuckas watch closely as it occurs with a limited amount

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

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

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

You must have joined the illuminati just to ball out

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

I can't wait til she find out that that's really not the case

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional