This is a song about "Amount"

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

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

Put my squad on my back like i'm wearing me a starter jacket

Mother could care less , i never could amount to shit,

Lot of intuition, i ain't never finished college

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

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

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

He thinks aw, forget it, its so insignificant and little

Frown and a gun lit is all she could amount to confront with

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck

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

Caramel macchiatos when shawty get into work

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