This is a song about "Amount"

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

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

Educate yourselves, of africa

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

But no amount could amount to a rap that could damage me

Lately i been stressing so i need you like i’m crazy

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

Trickin’ shit for kids and you know i dont need no cereal

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

I am such a renegade, but try to be professional

Let's take another trip, different continents we touching

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

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

Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck