This is a song about "Amount"

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

Get a whole lot of you-know and she bald like an eagle

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

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

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

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

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

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot

Tryin have a big amount

I just blank out

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

All you want is a good amount of dough, and to shoot a bitch/

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will