This is a song about "Amount"

10 million off of mixtapes before i drop a single

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

Account the amount we are paid

Im washin off another plate

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

Told me mary was a go so we passed her round and round

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

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

I'm the prototype with a godly protocol

Even if the amount of money is so small

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

Drugs are a blessingto someone with no breakfast, damnit’s so hard being exited, out

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

I hope to live in a big house with a huge amount of space/