This is a song about "Amount"

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

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

All because she said no to homecoming, demons running

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

Trickin’ shit for kids and you know i dont need no cereal

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

They infiltrate our homes, africa

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

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

Lot of intuition, i ain't never finished college

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

Mother could care less , i never could amount to shit,

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

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