This is a song about "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.

Nigga fuck that gin & juice, i'm fuckin with hennessyjust pour me a glass of that dark shit

They hatin'/ saying i ain't amount to nothing well your right i should simply embrace it

And i be feeling like hova when y'all was sleeping on him

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

How beautiful are thou, africa

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

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

Take a couple bits, bitch kibbles, bitch i gotta riddle

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

Even if the amount of money is so small

You heard i was in jail, well i just came from the mall