This is a song about "Amount"

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

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

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

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

Bet they cancel they date like waking up late with a pimple

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

We ain't on the court but everything is getting boxed out

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

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

They frontin', they charles s. dutton movin' garbage

Bet i get it quick lick make it backflip outta town with some how you gonna act shit

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

It ain't hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

Even if the amount of money is so small