This is a song about "Amount"

After i dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard

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

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

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

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

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

Tryin have a big amount

They just go around

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

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Rather die making money than live poor and legal

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

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

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money