This is a song about "Amount"

Better hope you can handle the amount of beef in ten cattle

Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

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

Got it on lock, you just locked out

Tryin have a big amount

Even if the amount of money is so small

Im sexing her bodyim gonna make her crawl

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

Bitch i can't let goi been strugglin' too long, thuggin' too longand niggas is stealing my shit

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

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

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby

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