This is a song about "Amount"

You're reaching new heights, and i ain't kiss you just a little

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

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

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

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

Account the amount we are paid

Even if the amount of money is so small

To get a pair, niggas killed him right in front the mall

I hope to live in a big house with a huge amount of space/

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

Of living in the ghettoyour mind gets twisted, just like a pretzelso it's time that i check out

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