This is a song about "Amount"

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

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.

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck

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

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

Ok i’m wale but you can call me nada

Tell em we'll never be but they settle for side bitches

Frown and a gun lit is all she could amount to confront with

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

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

If i die before i wake

Account the amount we are paid

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

He thinks aw, forget it, its so insignificant and little