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.

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

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

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

Take a couple bits, bitch kibbles, bitch i gotta riddle

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

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

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

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

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

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days