This is a song about "Amount"

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

Cause everybody else did it i had to save face

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

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Somebody tell justin beiber that i'm fuckin' coming

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

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

Our children must be taught, of africa

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

Account the amount we are paid

I get my paper, y'all just hate

Bet they cancel they date like waking up late with a pimple

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

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

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