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

They hatin'/ saying i ain't amount to nothing well your right i should simply embrace it

Nigga fuck that gin & juice, i'm fuckin with hennessyjust pour me a glass of that dark shit

That ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all

Even if the amount of money is so small

Now mama see that shit on oprah and know that it’s coming

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

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra

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

Of living in the ghettoyour mind gets twisted, just like a pretzelso it's time that i check out

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