This is a song about "Amount"

Can't seem to find a solid ground

Tryin have a big amount

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

You're reaching new heights, and i ain't kiss you just a little

But i told them every single day that i'd amount to something

I just load up and start dumpin' on enemies; i'm head hunting

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

Cause my hoes in the x like they model for cars

Can't forget the amount of words, flipping heck it's just absurd

But knowin you through music is going to change the world

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

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

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

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