This is a song about "Amount"

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

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

Tryin have a big amount

Never wait when we out

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

Nothing but my dreams matterhoping for better days

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

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

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

Sex is just a weapon, i can leave you wet from this pistol

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

Not into diamonds i'm shining just to get geechied out

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

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

See, baby, i'm a leader day away from a libra

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya