This is a song about "Amount"

To liberate yourselves, africa

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

They hatin'/ saying i ain't amount to nothing well your right i should simply embrace it

I coulda swore i was driving pretty peaceful

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

Can't forget the amount of words, flipping heck it's just absurd

Riding that big body, shorty be hitting the curb

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

Leaning off the actavis, passing blunts round and round

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

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