This is a song about "Amount"

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

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

Play this shit while you contemplate

Account the amount we are paid

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

All you want is a good amount of dough, and to shoot a bitch/

Even if the amount of money is so small

A real life viking, shout out to st. paul

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

I’m an animal my video on discovery channel

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