This is a song about "Amount"

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

I keep it funky with my misses, fuck these other bitches

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

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

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

I'mma about to mess up all of itjust dont say another word

Even if the amount of money is so small

I get brain everyday; i'm a know it all

Cause everybody else did it i had to save face

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

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

All because she said no to homecoming, demons running

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

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

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