This is a song about "Amount"

So check it out

Tryin have a big amount

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

Lyrics slur from my mouth, fuckas watch closely as it occurs with a limited amount

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

You gotta keep your sense of humoryou gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit

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

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

After i dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard

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

Let's take another trip, different continents we touching

But i told them every single day that i'd amount to something

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

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

Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck