This is a song about "Amount"

I must go like fly route

Tryin have a big amount

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

It’s hard when starving marcus garvey messed with malcolm little

And put another half a mil in my bank account

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

How beautiful are thou, africa

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

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

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

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

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

I keep it funky with my misses, fuck these other bitches

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

I say, how can they compare to you, everything material