This is a song about "Amount"

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

You must have joined the illuminati just to ball out

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

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

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

Tryin have a big amount

Walking on the ground

To liberate yourselves, africa

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

I'mma about to mess up all of itjust dont say another word

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

You're reaching new heights, and i ain't kiss you just a little

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

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

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live