This is a song about "Amount"

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

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

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

Lot of intuition, i ain't never finished college

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

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

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

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Rust from the amount that pile up, never to touch and filled with blood.

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

Can't forget the amount of words, flipping heck it's just absurd

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

But i apologize for not walking you around

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount