This is a song about "Amount"

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

10 million off of mixtapes before i drop a single

The root of all evil, is sorta like the roots new sequel

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

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.

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

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

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

Even if the amount of money is so small

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

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him