This is a song about "Amount"

I smoke sweets in the suite, like shit is legal

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

Nigga fuck that gin & juice, i'm fuckin with hennessyjust pour me a glass of that dark shit

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

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

Better keep that ho on a leash don't make your only

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

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

You know i'm tryna kill that shit, make sure that urn is out

His pockets gone dry from the loans it was given him

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

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

I'm a form a petition, someone gotta be listening

After i dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard

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