This is a song about "Amount"

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

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

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

They hatin'/ saying i ain't amount to nothing well your right i should simply embrace it

Nigga fuck that gin & juice, i'm fuckin with hennessyjust pour me a glass of that dark shit

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

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

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

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

No disrespect, you can't respect yourself then just get out

It ain't hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

Even if the amount of money is so small