This is a song about "Amount"

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

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

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

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

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

This my album, and when your parents try to come around

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

Rust from the amount that pile up, never to touch and filled with blood.

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

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

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