This is a song about "Amount"

Drugs are a blessingto someone with no breakfast, damnit’s so hard being exited, out

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

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

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

Account the amount we are paid

I’m letting all my niggas grab a plate

Every year i get it out

Tryin have a big amount

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

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

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

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

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck