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.

Used to call me the african don dada

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

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

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

You could never find out

Tryin have a big amount

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

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

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

And nike put em on punishment they won't ever come out

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount