This is a song about "Amount"

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

Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle

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

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

Frown and a gun lit is all she could amount to confront with

And i can't denyi had some bitches in new yorksome puerto rican bitches

I'm a form a petition, someone gotta be listening

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

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

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

If i should die before i wake

Account the amount we are paid

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

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

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

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