This is a song about "Amount"

Like soap when i put my clothes on, i’m joking but i be foamed out

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

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

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

All you want is a good amount of dough, and to shoot a bitch/

They frontin', they charles s. dutton movin' garbage

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

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

Tryin have a big amount

Get yours; you know what this about

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

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

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

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket