This is a song about "Amount"

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

With my muscle you'll be dazzled, but hustlin's a hassle

You took the hatred of yourself and just project it out

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

Now i live it out

Tryin have a big amount

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

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

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

Bet i get it quick lick make it backflip outta town with some how you gonna act shit

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

Even if the amount of money is so small

Motherfucking 8 balls, til’ we live at the pool hall