This is a song about "Amount"

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

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

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

Don't second guess it girl there ain't nothing to think about

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

But no amount could amount to a rap that could damage me

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

I spit that garden of game, look at the hoes on him

Fuck you, i'm out

Tryin have a big amount

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

Uh, that shit you talk don't move me nada