This is a song about "Amount"

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

Our children must be taught, of africa

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

10 million off of mixtapes before i drop a single

Tell em we'll never be but they settle for side bitches

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

Let's sweat out this alcohol, bet i'm about to ball

Even if the amount of money is so small

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

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

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

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

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

Rather die making money than live poor and legal