This is a song about "Amount"

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

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

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

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

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

Lemonade connoisseur life's lemons coming out

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

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

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

Of living in the ghettoyour mind gets twisted, just like a pretzelso it's time that i check out

Early adapters agree they all late

Account the amount we are paid

I’m an animal my video on discovery channel

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