This is a song about "Amount"

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

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

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.

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around

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

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

Even if the amount of money is so small

But when you need a friend you can depend on me, call

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

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

At an extremly alarming rate

Account the amount we are paid

To come and change my life around

Tryin have a big amount