This is a song about "Amount"

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck

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

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

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

Used to call me the african don dada

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

But no amount could amount to a rap that could damage me

I keep it funky with my misses, fuck these other bitches

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

Tryin have a big amount

If you don’t watch out

Loud p.o.t. above y’all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call

Even if the amount of money is so small

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

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days