This is a song about "Amount"

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

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

Riding that big body, shorty be hitting the curb

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

But i told them every single day that i'd amount to something

All because she said no to homecoming, demons running

I hope to live in a big house with a huge amount of space/

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

Cause youse a down ass bitch, and i ain't mad at cha

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

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

Tryin have a big amount

I must go like fly route