This is a song about "Amount"

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

Don't try to compare this to anything you ever heard

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

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

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

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

But no amount could amount to a rap that could damage me

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

Then you put fertilizer, lyin, spread the shit around

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

Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

10 million off of mixtapes before i drop a single

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

Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle