This is a song about "Amount"

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.

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

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

Like a monica skinded with a madonna spirit

Mother could care less , i never could amount to shit,

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

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

Drawers by bad broads whenever the curtains call

Even if the amount of money is so small

Or fuck my enemies bitch, acting bad and getting rich

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

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

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation