This is a song about "Amount"

And if you see a whack artist do more than boo him

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

Caramel macchiatos when shawty get into work

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

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.

It is not hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

Even if the amount of money is so small

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

I'm throwin around broads playing monkey in the middle

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

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

And dusting off the porcelain and open when their cock is out

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil