This is a song about "Amount"

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

Ain't heard a nigga thorough, it ain't perfect, but i work

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

She say she want a diamond, lisa raye welcome to the player's club

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

I can't wait til she find out that that's really not the case

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

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

Cover the building in green my nigga: fred segal

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

Like a monica skinded with a madonna spirit

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

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