This is a song about "Amount"

Used to call me the african don dada

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle

Better hope you can handle the amount of beef in ten cattle

Even if the amount of money is so small

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

Lyrics slur from my mouth, fuckas watch closely as it occurs with a limited amount

Drugs are a blessingto someone with no breakfast, damnit’s so hard being exited, out

And when you know you a catch it’s hard to pass up these bitches

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

Now mama see that shit on oprah and know that it’s coming

But i told them every single day that i'd amount to something

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

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation