This is a song about "Amount"

Frown and a gun lit is all she could amount to confront with

I’m a king to these niggas, love a queen, fuck the bitches

I’m an animal my video on discovery channel

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

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

After i dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard

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

I can't wait til she find out that that's really not the case

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

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

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.

They fasting they won't leave me ate

Account the amount we are paid

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

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