This is a song about "Amount"

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

Ok i’m wale but you can call me nada

Love the game know this is coming from a different place

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

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

Leaning off the actavis, passing blunts round and round

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

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

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

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

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

10 million off of mixtapes before i drop a single

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional