This is a song about "Amount"

I just spit my game out

Tryin have a big amount

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

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

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

Lemonade connoisseur life's lemons coming out

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

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

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

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

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

Educate yourselves, of africa

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.