This is a song about "Amount"

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

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

Used to call me the african don dada

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

Honey brown, caramel, coffee brown, chocolate

Mother could care less , i never could amount to shit,

Never wait when we out

Tryin have a big amount

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

I am such a renegade, but try to be professional

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

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

You took the hatred of yourself and just project it out