This is a song about "Amount"

Mix a little syrup, it ain't no way to cure him

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

I say, how can they compare to you, everything material

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

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

Frown and a gun lit is all she could amount to confront with

I’m a king to these niggas, love a queen, fuck the bitches

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

Of living in the ghettoyour mind gets twisted, just like a pretzelso it's time that i check out

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

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

Even if the amount of money is so small

Feds get involved, i’m slipping off into senegal