This is a song about "Amount"

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

Bet they cancel they date like waking up late with a pimple

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

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

Tryin' to celebrate my independence day, will smith

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

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha

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

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

Even if the amount of money is so small

Without a second thought, but you got my respect is all

Early adapters agree they all late

Account the amount we are paid