This is a song about "Amount"

Account the amount we are paid

Im washin off another plate

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

What can you tickle that can make a dinosaur giggle

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

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

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

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

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

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

Mother could care less , i never could amount to shit,

If she cook and keep her vagina like a secret