This is a song about "Amount"

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

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

He thinks aw, forget it, its so insignificant and little

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

I'm dreaming to be great

Account the amount we are paid

Rust from the amount that pile up, never to touch and filled with blood.

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

You never play with young boys cause they never private

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

Wrap around 'til they hit the ground and they hear a sound

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

Tryin have a big amount

Or know what its about

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win